I filled the water pitcher slowly.
The faucet ran cold over my fingers, and for a few seconds I concentrated on nothing except the weight of the glass in my hand.
WE HAVE ENOUGH. CALL ME.
Evelyn’s message remained in my pocket like a second pulse.
From the dining room came the scrape of a chair, followed by Sabine’s laugh. Someone asked for coffee. Ingrid called my name again, this time with a little more impatience hidden beneath the sweetness.
“Nora?”
“I’m coming.”
My voice sounded normal.
That mattered.
I shut off the water and looked through the doorway.
Felix had turned in his chair so he could see me. His expression was casual, but the uncertainty I had noticed when I removed his hand from my knee had not completely disappeared. He knew something had shifted. He simply did not know what.
I carried the pitcher back to the table.
“Everything okay?” he asked in English.
“Of course.”
I refilled his glass first.
He watched my face while I poured.
I gave him nothing.
Across the table, Elise kept her eyes on her plate. She had steadied herself, though a flush remained high across her cheeks. Helmut was speaking to Marta now, trying to steer the afternoon back toward ordinary conversation.
It almost worked.
That was another thing I had learned about Felix’s family.
They were excellent at creating normality immediately after cruelty.
Someone could be cornered, mocked, threatened, or humiliated, and five minutes later Ingrid would ask whether anyone wanted cake.
The ability to reset the room had once confused me.
Now I understood its purpose.
If everyone behaved normally afterward, perhaps the harmful thing had never really happened.
Ingrid lifted her napkin.
“Elise, you should stay for coffee.”
“No, thank you.”
“You came all this way.”
“I’ve stayed long enough.”
Helmut looked at her.
“We have not concluded our discussion.”
Elise pushed her chair back.
“There’s nothing to conclude.”
Felix’s jaw tightened.
“Elise.”
She ignored him.
I felt the room sharpen again.
Evelyn had told me not to confront anyone.
She had not told Elise the same thing.
Elise stood carefully, one hand braced on the table.
“I’m not signing your agreement today.”
Helmut’s face hardened by a fraction.
“No one asked you to sign anything today.”
“You invited me here to pressure me.”
“That is your interpretation.”
“It’s the truth.”
Several guests shifted uncomfortably.
Marta looked from Helmut to Ingrid.
“What agreement is this?”
Ingrid gave a little laugh.
“You know how complicated family matters become.”
“No,” Marta said. “I don’t.”
The answer surprised everyone.
It certainly surprised Ingrid.
Marta had known the family for decades. She usually agreed with Ingrid out of reflex.
Now she looked toward Elise.
“Is someone trying to make you give up your baby?”
The silence was immediate.
Elise’s lips parted.
Felix stood.
“This isn’t appropriate.”
Marta stared at him.
“Then explain what is.”
His eyes flicked toward me.
That movement told me everything.
He could not explain without risking the lie he had built around me.
So he did what he always did when trapped.
He became reasonable.
“This is a private matter involving people who aren’t in a position to discuss it publicly.”
Elise laughed without humor.
“You mean Nora.”
Several heads turned toward me.
Felix went pale.
Only slightly.
But I saw it.
He recovered almost instantly.
“Elise is upset.”
I looked at her.
Then at him.
“What does this have to do with me?”
The question cost me more than anything I had said that afternoon.
Elise understood what I was doing.
I saw it in the split-second tightening around her eyes.
She turned away.
Felix stepped closer to me.
“Nothing.”
That one word settled every remaining doubt I might someday have tried to invent.
Nothing.
He said it while the mother of his unborn child stood ten feet away.
He said it while his father’s contract sat in her bag.
He said it while his family had just spent an hour discussing how they would place that child into my home.
Nothing.
I nodded.
“All right.”
Marta looked confused.
Elise looked furious.
And Felix looked relieved.
The room exhaled with him.
Then something unexpected happened.
The front door opened.
A man in his forties entered without ringing.
He wore khaki trousers, a dark sweater, and wire-rimmed glasses. I recognized him after several seconds as one of Helmut’s former law partners, Daniel Krieger.
He had attended our wedding.
Helmut crossed the room quickly.
“Daniel. You’re early.”
“I thought you said one thirty.”
“I said two.”
Daniel checked his watch.
“My mistake.”
His gaze moved around the room and stopped on Elise.
Something in his expression changed.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
Elise noticed it too.
Her shoulders stiffened.
Felix stepped between them.
I felt an unpleasant awareness crawl up my spine.
Daniel was not simply another lunch guest.
Helmut touched his arm.
“Come into the study.”
They disappeared down the hall.
I looked toward Elise.
She glanced at me only once.
Then she reached for her coat.
“I’m leaving.”
Ingrid stood.
“Sit down.”
The command came in German.
Sharp.
Not maternal anymore.
Elise did not move.
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
Sabine muttered something under her breath.
Felix approached Elise.
His voice dropped.
“Just wait.”
“For what?”
“We need five minutes.”
“No.”
“Elise.”
She backed away from him.
“Don’t touch me.”
Several guests fell silent again.
Felix held up his hands.
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Yes, you were.”
He looked embarrassed.
Not guilty.
Embarrassed.
That distinction had become painfully clear to me.
I moved toward the kitchen as if collecting cups, positioning myself closer to the hallway.
Helmut’s study door was not fully closed.
Voices carried faintly.
Daniel spoke first.
I could not hear every word.
Something about a petition.
Then Helmut answered.
German.
Quiet.
I caught fragments.
Timing.
Documentation.
Medical concerns.
Custody.
My skin went cold.
Custody.
Elise was still standing near the table.
She did not know what I had just heard.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my phone.
The recording was still running.
I sent Evelyn a message.
Helmut’s former partner Daniel Krieger arrived. Heard words petition, medical concerns, custody from study. Possible escalation.
Her reply came less than a minute later.
GET ELISE OUT. DO NOT LEAVE ALONE IF YOU CAN AVOID IT.
For the first time that afternoon, my composure nearly cracked.
Until then, I had thought the family’s plan depended on persuasion.
Pressure.
Money.
Humiliation.
Now another possibility opened.
If Elise refused to surrender the child voluntarily, they might be preparing another route.
I stepped back into the dining room.
“Elise.”
Every eye turned toward me.
I forced a polite smile.
“I forgot to give you the container Ingrid mentioned.”
Ingrid frowned.
“What container?”
I kept my eyes on Elise.
“The one for leftovers.”
There had been no container.
Elise understood immediately.
“Oh.”
She picked up her bag.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Ingrid looked suspicious.
“I didn’t mention leftovers.”
“I must have misunderstood.”
I headed toward the kitchen.
Elise followed.
Felix watched us.
My heart pounded hard enough that I expected him to hear it.
Inside the kitchen, I opened a cabinet and took out a plastic container.
Elise stood beside me.
I kept my voice barely above a whisper.
“Leave now.”
Her face changed.
“Why?”
“Just go.”
“What happened?”
“Helmut’s lawyer friend is here.”
“I saw him.”
“I heard custody.”
All color drained from her face.
“Custody?”
“Go.”
She gripped the counter.
“My car is around the corner.”
“Do not go home.”
Her eyes widened.
“Nora—”
“Call your attorney from somewhere public.”
Footsteps sounded behind us.
I snapped the lid onto the empty container.
Felix entered.
“What are you two doing?”
I turned.
“Elise wanted leftovers.”
He looked at the container.
Then at Elise.
The pause was tiny.
Still, it was there.
“That’s nice.”
Elise took it.
“Thanks.”
Her voice shook.
Felix noticed.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine.”
“I wanted to talk before you leave.”
“No.”
“Elise.”
She stepped around him.
“I said no.”
He caught her elbow.
Not violently.
Almost gently.
The gesture was worse for that reason.
Elise froze.
“Let go.”
Felix did.
He glanced toward me.
“She’s emotional.”
I looked at him.
“So would I be.”
The words came before I could stop them.
His eyebrows lifted.
I smiled faintly.
“Pregnancy hormones.”
The expression on his face relaxed.
He had heard exactly what he wanted.
Elise left.
I stood at the kitchen window until I saw her cross the yard and disappear toward the street.
A minute later, Ingrid entered.
Her face had lost all warmth.
“Why did you give her food?”
The question was absurd enough that I almost laughed.
“She asked.”
“No, she didn’t.”
I turned.
“What?”
Ingrid seemed to remember herself.
Her expression changed.
“Oh, nothing. I’m tired.”
She reached for the coffee cups.
Behind her, Felix appeared.
“Mom.”
One word.
A warning.
Ingrid looked at him.
Then at me.
“Would you bring the cake?”
“Sure.”
I carried dessert to people who had no idea what had almost happened in the next room.
Daniel remained in Helmut’s study for another forty minutes.
When he finally emerged, he did not join us.
He shook Helmut’s hand.
Nodded to Felix.
Then left.
I watched through the front window as he crossed the driveway.
Felix came up beside me.
“Nosy.”
His tone was playful.
“Who is he?”
“Old friend of Dad’s.”
“I remember him from the wedding.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Yes.”
He slipped an arm around my waist.
This time I let it remain.
Not because I wanted it.
Because I needed him to believe the performance was still intact.
We left shortly before five.
On the drive home, Felix was unusually quiet.
I watched the reflection of his face in the passenger window.
After ten minutes, he asked, “Did Elise say anything to you?”
There it was.
I looked over.
“About what?”
“Nothing specific.”
“She thanked me for the food.”
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
Several miles passed.
Then he said, “She’s having a hard time.”
“I noticed.”
“She makes things more complicated than they need to be.”
“What things?”
His grip tightened slightly.
“Family stuff.”
“Whose family?”
He laughed.
“Exactly.”
I turned toward the window.
He believed he had escaped the question.
At home, he went directly upstairs to shower.
The moment I heard the water running, I called Evelyn.
She answered on the first ring.
“Are you alone?”
“For now.”
“Is Elise safe?”
“She texted. She’s with her attorney.”
“Good.”
“What did Helmut mean by custody?”
“We don’t know yet.”
“That is not an answer.”
“It’s the only accurate one.”
I closed my eyes.
Evelyn continued.
“Elise’s attorney is checking whether anything has been filed.”
“Can Felix take custody before the baby is born?”
“Not the way you’re imagining.”
“Then what was the petition?”
“I don’t know.”
I heard paper moving on her end.
“But there’s something else.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“The document Elise gave you listed a proposed adoption agency.”
“Yes.”
“It exists.”
“That sounds normal.”
“It would be.”
She paused.
“If the agency were actually involved.”
I sat down at the kitchen table.
“What do you mean?”
“They have no record of Elise.”
A chill moved through me.
“No record?”
“None.”
“Maybe they used a different name.”
“They didn’t.”
“Then why is the agency in the contract?”
“That’s what we’re trying to determine.”
Footsteps sounded upstairs.
I lowered my voice.
“Felix is coming.”
“Do not ask him about any of this.”
“I know.”
“Nora.”
“Yes?”
“If they fabricated the appearance of a legitimate adoption process, the situation may be more serious than we thought.”
The bathroom door opened above me.
I stood.
“I have to go.”
I ended the call.
Felix came downstairs wearing a T-shirt and damp hair.
“Who was that?”
My heart stopped.
I looked at the dark phone screen in my hand.
“Leah.”
He opened the refrigerator.
“Work?”
“Mostly.”
He took out a beer.
“On Sunday?”
“She’s panicking about Monday.”
He smiled.
“Sounds like Leah.”
I had mentioned her work habits dozens of times over the years.
He accepted the answer because it belonged to a familiar story.
I watched him twist off the bottle cap.
“What did Daniel want?”
He looked up.
“Who?”
“Your dad’s friend.”
“Oh.”
A second too late.
“Nothing. Estate stuff.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Dad never stops working.”
True enough.
Felix drank.
Then his phone buzzed on the counter.
He glanced at the screen.
His expression changed.
Just slightly.
But I saw fear.
He picked up the phone immediately.
“I need to take this.”
He walked toward the back door.
“Outside?”
“Better reception.”
Our reception was perfect.
He stepped onto the patio and closed the door.
Through the glass, I watched him speak.
I could not hear anything.
Then he turned away from the house and ran one hand through his hair.
His shoulders stiffened.
Whatever he heard, he did not like it.
My own phone buzzed.
A message from Elise.
Her lawyer had searched the county court system.
Nothing had been filed against her.
Then a second message appeared.
But Daniel Krieger contacted my obstetrician last week.
I read the sentence twice.
A third message came.
He requested my medical records.
I looked through the patio door at my husband.
Felix ended his call.
For one second he stood perfectly still.
Then he turned toward me.
Even through the glass, I knew.
Something had gone wrong.
And whatever it was, he finally understood that the plan his family had treated like a private game might no longer belong entirely to them.
Click here to continue reading: PART 6: A Request for Elise’s Medical Records Exposed a Second Strategy, and Felix Began Searching for the Leak Inside His Own Family
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