The register became the most important object in the house.
Sarah placed it inside an evidence bag.
Nobody was allowed to touch it without gloves.
I watched from the kitchen as the officers photographed every page.
The handwriting was old.
The ink had faded.
But the names remained.
Mara Ellis.
Ella Ellis.
Jonah Ellis.
Three entries.
One birth.
One mother.
One lie built afterward.
Ella sat beside me.
She looked at the page without speaking.
“I spent years wondering where I came from,” she said.
“So did I.”
She smiled faintly.
“You didn't know you were looking.”
“No.”
Jonah stood behind us.
“I think I always knew something was missing.”
I looked at him.
“How?”
“Certain memories don't feel like they belong to the life you're living.”
I understood that better than I wanted to.
Sarah approached.
“There is a problem.”
“What?”
“One page is missing.”
I stared at the register.
“Which one?”
“The page before your entries.”
“Why?”
“It may contain the mother's name.”
Evelyn came closer.
“I know who removed it.”
“Who?”
“Your grandfather.”
“But how did Anthony get the register?”
“He recovered it years later.”
“Why didn't he restore the page?”
“He tried.”
“Where is it?”
Evelyn looked toward the cedar chest.
“It may still exist.”
We searched the chest.
Nothing.
Then Jonah noticed the lining.
“There's something underneath.”
He pulled at a loose seam.
A thin envelope slid out.
Inside was a torn piece of paper.
The missing page.
Sarah carefully unfolded it.
The mother's name appeared at the top.
Anna Ellis.
I stared.
“Anna.”
Evelyn nodded.
“Our mother.”
I had no memory of her.
Neither did Ella.
Jonah had been too young.
But the record contained something else.
Under Anna's name was a handwritten note.
TRANSFER AUTHORIZED BY THOMAS ELLIS.
My father's name.
I felt sick.
“My father signed this.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Evelyn looked at me.
“He believed he was protecting the family.”
“He helped separate us.”
“Yes.”
I couldn't understand how people could commit terrible acts while believing themselves to be doing the right thing.
Evelyn answered as though she had read my thoughts.
“Fear makes people capable of terrible compromises.”
I looked at the document.
“My father knew about us.”
“Yes.”
“All three of us?”
“Yes.”
“Did he know where Ella and Jonah went?”
“For a time.”
“Then why didn't he bring them home?”
Evelyn looked down.
“Because your grandfather threatened Anna.”
My heart tightened.
“Our mother was alive then.”
“Yes.”
“What happened to her?”
“She died.”
“Was it natural?”
Evelyn hesitated.
“I don't know.”
The uncertainty hurt.
Sarah stepped in.
“We need to verify that.”
She photographed the page.
“We can trace the death record.”
A police officer entered.
“Mrs. Barbosa?”
I turned.
“We found a vehicle abandoned three blocks away.”
“Cole?”
“Yes.”
“Any sign of him?”
“No.”
“Then where did he go?”
The officer looked uncomfortable.
“There's a tunnel beneath the old property.”
I stared.
“Another tunnel?”
“Yes.”
“Where does it lead?”
“Toward the river.”
I remembered the hidden passage.
Cole had escaped before.
He knew the house better than we did.
Evelyn shook her head.
“He has another reason for using it.”
“What?”
“He is going to the archive.”
“The municipal archive?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“To destroy the transfer records.”
Sarah stood.
“We need to move.”
The police wanted the register transported immediately.
We went with them.
On the way, Matthew sat in the back of the second vehicle.
I saw him through the window.
He looked at me.
I didn't look away.
For the first time, I wasn't seeing only the son who had betrayed me.
I was seeing the boy Anthony had warned me about.
The boy who had been taught that family meant secrecy.
That protecting someone meant controlling them.
That fear justified deception.
It didn't excuse him.
But I understood where some of it had come from.
At the archive, officers surrounded the building.
The doors were locked.
Inside, lights were on.
Sarah looked at me.
“Stay here.”
I nodded.
Minutes later, officers entered.
A crash sounded from upstairs.
Then shouting.
Cole ran across the roof.
An officer followed.
Cole jumped to an adjoining building.
He disappeared.
But he left something behind.
A briefcase.
Inside were copies of property transfers.
Bank records.
And photographs.
One photograph showed Anthony meeting Cole.
Another showed Matthew.
Another showed me entering the airport.
The dates were written on the backs.
Someone had been tracking me for months.
Sarah looked through them.
Then she found one that made her stop.
It showed Lily.
Standing outside school.
My blood ran cold.
“How long?”
The officer shook his head.
“We don't know.”
I took the photograph.
On the back was a date from six months earlier.
Before Matthew ever mentioned France.
Before retirement.
Before the trip.
The plan had begun long before I knew about it.
I looked at Sarah.
“Why France?”
She found another document.
A facility contract.
The facility was in France.
The contract had been prepared almost a year earlier.
My name was already printed on it.
My signature was not.
I felt sick.
“They planned to move me before I even agreed.”
Sarah nodded.
“Exactly.”
Then she opened a second file.
Inside was a document concerning Lily.
It proposed transferring custody.
I read it.
The wording made my skin crawl.
“Temporary guardianship.”
Sarah shook her head.
“It wasn't temporary.”
I looked at the final page.
Matthew's signature.
My son's.
He had signed it.
I closed my eyes.
“He was going to take her.”
“Yes.”
I looked toward the police vehicle.
Matthew sat inside.
I didn't know what I would say to him.
Perhaps nothing.
Perhaps everything.
The police found one more item in the briefcase.
A letter.
It was addressed to Matthew.
Cole had written it.
You are responsible for the final step.
If your mother resists, use the child.
If she discovers the register, destroy it.
If she contacts Ella or Jonah, move immediately.
My hands shook.
There was a final sentence.
The house cannot remain in her name.
I folded the letter.
The entire plan was there.
The house.
France.
Lily.
The power of attorney.
The fake concern about my health.
All of it.
But there was one thing I still couldn't understand.
Why had Cole been so desperate to destroy the birth register?
Sarah answered before I asked.
“Because it proves the children were deliberately separated.”
“And?”
“It could invalidate every property transfer built on the altered records.”
I looked at the names.
Mara.
Ella.
Jonah.
Three people.
One family.
One chain of fraudulent ownership.
And one house at the center of it.
Then Ella came running toward us.
She was holding another paper.
“I found this.”
I took it.
It was an old hospital note.
Written by Anna.
Only one sentence was visible.
If anything happens to me, find Evelyn.
I looked at my sister.
She was crying.
“Mom knew.”
“Yes.”
“She knew what they were doing.”
“Yes.”
I held the paper.
For the first time, I felt something other than anger toward the woman I barely remembered.
She had tried to leave us a path back to one another.
Someone had hidden it.
But it had survived.
And now it was in my hands.
Click here to continue reading: PART 16: The Letter From Our Mother Pointed Toward the Final Missing Piece, and Matthew Had to Decide Whether He Would Protect Cole or Finally Tell Us Everything
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