{"id":5880,"date":"2026-09-02T15:02:16","date_gmt":"2026-09-02T15:02:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=5880"},"modified":"2026-09-02T15:02:16","modified_gmt":"2026-09-02T15:02:16","slug":"part4-ten-years-after-my-parents-told-me-they-couldnt-spend-a-cent-on-harvard-because-my-younger-sister-needed-more-support-my-father-called-asking-me-for-75000-for-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=5880","title":{"rendered":"PART4: Ten years after my parents told me they couldn\u2019t spend a cent on Harvard because my younger sister \u201cneeded more support,\u201d my father called asking me for $75,000 for her wedding"},"content":{"rendered":"
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PART 4: THE MIDNIGHT ULTIMATUM<\/h1>\n

For several seconds, none of us moved.
\nEthan\u2019s heart monitor screamed behind the glass.
\nMy father\u2019s message glowed on Heather\u2019s phone.
\nAnd in the photograph, my mother sat unconscious with blood running down her face.
\nTwo emergencies.
\nTwo people connected to me by blood.
\nOne man responsible for both.
\nElizabeth reacted first.
\n\u201cI\u2019m calling the police.\u201d
\nHeather grabbed her wrist.
\n\u201cDad said not to.\u201d
\n\u201cYour mother may be seriously injured.\u201d
\n\u201cIf he sees police\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cHeather,\u201d I said, \u201cthis isn\u2019t a negotiation anymore.\u201d
\nI took her phone and forwarded the photograph, message, and Dad\u2019s number to mine.
\nThen I called hospital security.
\nWithin minutes, two officers arrived on the cardiac floor.
\nElizabeth explained the situation while I stood outside Ethan\u2019s room watching the medical team work.
\nDr. Patel ordered everyone away from the bed.
\nEthan\u2019s body jerked when the defibrillator delivered a shock.
\nThe monitor went briefly flat.
\nThen a rhythm appeared.
\nSlow.
\nUneven.
\nBut present.
\nNatalie pressed both hands against the glass.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s my baby.\u201d
\n\u201cHe has a pulse,\u201d I told her.
\n\u201cHow do you know?\u201d
\n\u201cI can see the rhythm.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he going to die?\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t promise what happens next, but he has an excellent team.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re an excellent doctor.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m also his brother. I can\u2019t make decisions about his care.\u201d
\nShe looked at me desperately.
\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t leave him.\u201d
\n\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d
\nI didn\u2019t know Ethan.
\nAn hour earlier, he had been nothing more than a name on a forged document.
\nNow he was thirteen feet away, fighting for his life while the father we shared threatened to harm our mother.
\nDr. Patel came into the hallway.
\n\u201cWe restored a stable rhythm. He\u2019s sedated, and we\u2019re moving him to intensive care. He will likely need the defibrillator implanted as soon as possible.\u201d
\nNatalie began crying with relief.
\n\u201cCan I see him?\u201d
\n\u201cFor a minute before we transfer him.\u201d
\nAs Natalie entered the room, Dr. Patel looked at me.
\n\u201cI heard there\u2019s a family emergency.\u201d
\n\u201cMy father may have abducted my mother.\u201d
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cGo. We\u2019ll take care of Ethan.\u201d
\nI looked through the glass again.
\n\u201cNo. The police can search for my mother. I need to understand what my father is trying to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

A Boston police detective named Marcus Reed arrived twenty minutes later.
\nHe studied the message and photograph.
\n\u201cDoes your father own a weapon?\u201d
\n\u201cNot that I know of.\u201d
\n\u201cHas he ever been violent?\u201d
\nI thought about the father I remembered.
\nHe had never struck us.
\nHe didn\u2019t need to.
\nHis anger controlled the room without him raising a hand.
\n\u201cNot physically,\u201d Heather answered.
\n\u201cWhere would he take your mother?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cAny vacation homes? Offices? Storage properties?\u201d
\n\u201cHe lost his job,\u201d I said. \u201cHis former company may still have an office in Waltham.\u201d
\nDetective Reed enlarged the photograph.
\nThe interior of Dad\u2019s car was visible, but everything outside the windows was dark.
\nThe image contained no location data.
\nDad had removed it before sending the message.
\n\u201cDid he mention a specific airport?\u201d Reed asked.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHeather handed him the itinerary.
\n\u201cThe flight leaves Logan at twelve forty-five.\u201d
\nReed examined it.
\n\u201cBoston to Zurich. Two first-class tickets purchased eleven days ago.\u201d
\n\u201cEleven days?\u201d I said.
\nThat meant Dad had planned the trip long before Heather gave me the trust records.
\nReed pointed to the passenger names.
\n\u201cOne ticket is for Richard Wilson. The other is for Cassidy Wilson.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would he buy a ticket for me?\u201d
\nHeather looked at the black case.
\n\u201cI think he planned to make you leave with him.\u201d
\n\u201cThat was never going to happen.\u201d
\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t expect to ask.\u201d
\nThe detective opened the two passports from the case.
\nThe first belonged to Dad.
\nThe second carried my name.
\nBut the photograph wasn\u2019t mine.<\/p>\n

It showed a man roughly my age with similar dark hair and facial structure.
\n\u201cWhat is this?\u201d I asked.
\nReed studied it beneath the light.
\n\u201cA fraudulent passport.\u201d
\n\u201cWith my identity.\u201d
\n\u201cIt appears so.\u201d
\nI looked at the airline itinerary again.
\nDad hadn\u2019t planned to travel with me.
\nHe planned to make it appear that I had traveled with him.
\n\u201cWhy would he want records showing that Cassidy fled the country?\u201d Elizabeth asked.
\nHeather answered before the detective could.
\n\u201cBecause Dad moved more than the trust money.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cHow much more?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cTell me everything you know.\u201d
\nHeather looked toward the officers.
\n\u201cCan we speak privately?\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cSecrets are the reason we\u2019re here.\u201d
\nShe lowered herself into a chair.
\n\u201cSeven years ago, Dad took me to a bank and told me I needed to sign documents for an education reimbursement account.\u201d
\n\u201cYou were nineteen.\u201d
\n\u201cI believed him.\u201d
\n\u201cYou signed without reading them?\u201d
\n\u201cHe kept pointing to the places and saying it was routine. I was the daughter who was never expected to understand money, remember?\u201d
\nHer voice cracked.
\n\u201cHe spent my whole life telling me I couldn\u2019t manage anything without him. So when he told me to sign, I signed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat was the account?\u201d
\n\u201cThe joint account connected to your trust.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you ever use it?\u201d
\n\u201cNot knowingly. Statements went to Dad\u2019s office. I didn\u2019t even remember the account existed until the bank called me three weeks ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy did they call?\u201d
\n\u201cDad transferred seventy-five thousand dollars into it and tried to send the money overseas. The bank needed confirmation from both account holders.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you approve it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I told them to block the international transfer.\u201d
\nThat explained why Dad needed her cooperation.
\n\u201cWhat happened to the money after that?\u201d
\n\u201cHe ordered me to withdraw it.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you did.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Heather reached into the black case and removed a long white envelope.
\nInside was a cashier\u2019s check.
\nThe amount printed across it was $75,000.
\nThe recipient was Cassidy James Wilson.
\n\u201cI moved it somewhere Dad couldn\u2019t reach,\u201d she said. \u201cI made the check payable only to you.\u201d
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cYou could have told me.\u201d
\n\u201cI thought you would refuse to meet me if you knew I had helped him.\u201d
\n\u201cYou lied instead.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cJust like he did.\u201d
\nTears filled her eyes.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nHer admission stopped me.
\nThere was no excuse.
\nNo argument.
\nNo attempt to make her fear more important than the truth.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI was ashamed. I wanted one chance to show you I was trying to make it right before you learned how much I had helped him.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you know the money was mine seven years ago?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I swear I didn\u2019t. I only understood after the bank called. That\u2019s when I searched Dad\u2019s files.\u201d
\n\u201cSo you weren\u2019t part of his escape plan?\u201d
\n\u201cHe wanted me to be. After the transfer failed, he told me we needed to leave before the trust attorney contacted you. He said we would meet someone at the airport who could get us through customs.\u201d
\n\u201cThe man in the false passport?\u201d
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\nDetective Reed held up Dad\u2019s passport.
\n\u201cWhy did you have these?\u201d
\n\u201cI took them from his safe when I copied the records.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he know?\u201d
\n\u201cHe must have discovered they were missing today.\u201d
\nMy phone rang.
\nDAD appeared on the screen.
\nEveryone went silent.
\nDetective Reed motioned for me to answer and placed a small recording device beside the phone.
\nI turned on the speaker.
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d Dad demanded.
\n\u201cWith Ethan.\u201d
\nA pause followed.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s in the hospital?\u201d
\n\u201cYou know he is. You gave Natalie my number.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cHe collapsed. His heart stopped.\u201d
\nFor the first time that night, I heard something genuine in my father\u2019s voice.
\nFear.
\n\u201cIs he alive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nHe exhaled shakily.
\n\u201cThank God.\u201d
\n\u201cLet me speak to Mom.\u201d
\n\u201cBring the cashier\u2019s check to Terminal E.\u201d
\n\u201cFirst let me speak to her.\u201d
\n\u201cYou have forty-five minutes.\u201d
\n\u201cDad, listen to me. Ethan almost died tonight. Heather is terrified. Mom is bleeding in your car. Is there any person you claim to love whom you haven\u2019t used as leverage?\u201d
\n\u201cI am trying to keep this family alive.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are trying to save yourself.\u201d
\n\u201cIf I\u2019m arrested, there will be no money for Ethan\u2019s care.\u201d
\n\u201cHe will receive care without you stealing from me.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what\u2019s involved.\u201d
\n\u201cThen explain it.\u201d
\nSilence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Detective Reed wrote something on a notepad and showed it to me.
\nKEEP HIM TALKING.
\n\u201cWhy did you create a passport in my name?\u201d I asked.
\nDad didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cDid you move money from your clients?\u201d
\n\u201cThat has nothing to do with the trust.\u201d
\n\u201cSo you did.\u201d
\n\u201cI made investments that didn\u2019t perform as expected.\u201d
\n\u201cWith their permission?\u201d
\n\u201cCassidy, I can still fix this.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what you called stealing my college fund. Fixing things.\u201d
\n\u201cI protected this family for thirty years.\u201d
\n\u201cYou protected an image.\u201d
\nHis breathing changed.
\nI knew he was becoming angry.
\n\u201cPut Mom on the phone.\u201d
\nThere was movement.
\nThen I heard my mother\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cCassidy?\u201d
\nShe sounded weak.
\n\u201cMom, are you hurt?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m all right.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\nDad shouted something in the background.
\nMom spoke quickly.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t come here. It\u2019s a\u2014\u201d
\nThe call ended.
\nDetective Reed grabbed his radio.
\n\u201cWe have enough for an emergency trace.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she mean?\u201d Heather asked. \u201cIt\u2019s a what?\u201d
\n\u201cA trap,\u201d I said.
\nThe detective stepped away to speak with his team.
\nI looked at the photograph again.
\nSomething about it bothered me.
\nDad had been careful to hide the location.
\nBut he hadn\u2019t noticed everything.
\nBehind Mom\u2019s head, a narrow reflection appeared in the passenger window.
\nI enlarged the image.
\nThere was a blue sign with white writing.
\nOnly three characters were visible.
\nP4-C.
\nElizabeth leaned closer.
\n\u201cThat looks like a parking garage marker.\u201d
\n\u201cAt Logan?\u201d Heather asked.
\n\u201cTerminal E parking uses different labels,\u201d Detective Reed said. \u201cHe wants us looking at the airport, but he isn\u2019t there.\u201d
\nI studied the reflection again.
\nBeneath the marker was part of a silver logo.
\nThree diagonal lines inside a circle.
\nI had seen it before.
\n\u201cHis old company.\u201d
\nEveryone turned toward me.
\n\u201cThe logo belongs to North Atlantic Financial. Their underground garage has blue level markers.\u201d
\nDetective Reed immediately spoke into his radio.
\n\u201cPossible location confirmed. North Atlantic Financial, Waltham. Send local units and state police. Suspect may have a hostage.\u201d
\nDad had used the airport as a distraction.
\nThe itinerary was meant to pull us toward Logan while he retrieved something from the office where his financial collapse had begun.
\n\u201cWhat would he still have there?\u201d I asked.
\nHeather\u2019s face changed.
\n\u201cClient records.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat records?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen I found the trust files, there were folders with other names. Dozens of them. Dad said they belonged to former clients.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you copy those too?\u201d
\n\u201cSome.\u201d
\nShe handed Detective Reed the flash drive.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know what they meant.\u201d
\nHe inserted it into a hospital computer disconnected from the medical network.
\nFolders filled the screen.
\nEach carried a person\u2019s name, an account number, and a transfer history.
\nThe detective opened the first.
\nMoney had moved through six accounts before disappearing into a company registered in the Cayman Islands.
\nHe opened another.
\nThe same pattern.
\nThen another.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d I asked.
\nReed scrolled through the totals.
\n\u201cAt least three million dollars.\u201d
\nMy father hadn\u2019t lost his job because of restructuring.
\nHe had been fired before his employers could prove he had stolen from his clients.
\nThe missing trust money wasn\u2019t an isolated crime.
\nIt was practice.
\nMy identity had been attached to several overseas accounts.
\nIf Dad escaped using the forged passport, investigators might believe I had helped him.
\nEvery detail had been planned.
\nThe money.
\nThe tickets.
\nThe false documents.
\nEven my sudden reunion with Heather.
\nMy father intended to leave me carrying his crimes.
\nA call came through Detective Reed\u2019s radio.
\n\u201cVehicle located in the underground garage. Female passenger inside. Suspect not visible.\u201d
\nHeather covered her mouth.
\n\u201cIs she alive?\u201d
\nReed raised a hand for silence.
\n\u201cPassenger is breathing. Head injury observed. Medical team entering now.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Dad?\u201d
\n\u201cSecurity footage shows a male leaving the garage through a service corridor approximately nine minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere does that corridor lead?\u201d
\n\u201cTo the office building.\u201d
\nAnother voice came over the radio.
\n\u201cBuilding search underway. Executive floor door forced open. Multiple file cabinets emptied.\u201d
\n\u201cHe went back for the evidence,\u201d Heather said.
\n\u201cOr money,\u201d Reed replied.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Five minutes passed.
\nThen ten.
\nEthan was transferred to intensive care while we waited.
\nNatalie went with him.
\nI promised I would come as soon as I knew Mom was safe.
\nFinally, Detective Reed received another update.
\n\u201cRichard Wilson is not inside the building. A maintenance uniform is missing. Exterior camera captured a maintenance van leaving six minutes before officers arrived.\u201d
\n\u201cHe escaped,\u201d I said.
\n\u201cFor now.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Mom?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s being transported here. She has a head wound and signs of sedation, but her vital signs are stable.\u201d
\nHeather collapsed into a chair.
\nI felt relief, but it was incomplete.
\nDad was still out there.
\nHe had lost the money, the passports, and the trust documents.
\nBut he had taken files from his former office.
\nAnd he had spent years preparing other ways to protect himself.
\nMom arrived at the emergency department shortly before midnight.
\nShe had six stitches near her temple and a sedative in her system.
\nThe doctors said she would recover.
\nHeather sat beside her bed, holding her hand.
\nI remained near the door.
\nMom opened her eyes just after one in the morning.
\nShe looked at Heather first.
\nThen she saw me.
\n\u201cCassidy.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Dad?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened in the car?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cHe told me he wanted to speak to you. He said if I came with him, he would return the trust money and confess.\u201d
\n\u201cSo you went willingly?\u201d
\n\u201cAt first.\u201d
\nHeather released her hand.
\n\u201cYou helped him?\u201d
\n\u201cI thought I could stop him from leaving.\u201d
\n\u201cYou let him take that photograph.\u201d
\nMom looked away.
\n\u201cThe blood was fake in the first picture. He cut his finger and wiped it across my face.\u201d
\nDisgust moved through me.
\n\u201cHe staged it.\u201d
\n\u201cHe needed you to bring the check.\u201d
\n\u201cHow did you really get hurt?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen the police call came over his scanner, I tried to take his keys. He pushed me. I struck my head against the window.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd the sedative?\u201d
\n\u201cHe put something in my water. I didn\u2019t know until I became dizzy.\u201d
\nHeather stood.
\n\u201cAll these years, you told me Dad was protecting us.\u201d
\n\u201cI wanted to believe that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew what he did to Cassidy.\u201d
\nMom closed her eyes.
\n\u201cI knew some of it.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\nI walked closer to the bed.
\n\u201cThe police found evidence that Dad moved millions of dollars from client accounts. He attached my identity to some of the transfers.\u201d
\nMom\u2019s eyes opened.
\n\u201cHe said those documents were destroyed.\u201d
\n\u201cThey weren\u2019t.\u201d
\nFear spread across her face.
\n\u201cCassidy, you need to leave.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cIf Richard knows the police have the files, he\u2019ll come after you.\u201d
\n\u201cHe already has.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, you don\u2019t understand. The trust wasn\u2019t the only account he opened in your name.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHow many were there?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou signed some of the papers.\u201d
\nShe looked at Heather.
\n\u201cI was trying to keep the family together.\u201d
\n\u201cAnswer me.\u201d
\nMom began crying.
\n\u201cI signed what he put in front of me.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you know he was stealing from his clients?\u201d
\n\u201cNot at first.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd later?\u201d
\nShe looked down.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heather stepped away from the bed as if she could no longer bear to be near her.
\n\u201cYou let Cassidy work three jobs while you stole his trust. Then you helped Dad use his identity to hide millions of dollars.\u201d
\nMom shook her head.
\n\u201cIt didn\u2019t begin that way.\u201d
\n\u201cHow did it begin?\u201d I asked.
\nShe stared at me for a long time.
\nThen she whispered, \u201cWith the Harvard letter.\u201d
\nI felt the room tilt.
\n\u201cMy acceptance letter?\u201d
\n\u201cThe night you told us you had been admitted, your father wanted to give you the trust.\u201d
\nI said nothing.
\n\u201cHe was proud of you,\u201d Mom continued. \u201cHe said your grandparents had provided enough to cover Harvard and medical school. He wanted to tell you at dinner.\u201d
\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t what happened.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat changed?\u201d
\n\u201cI changed his mind.\u201d
\nHeather stared at her.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nMom\u2019s face twisted with shame.
\n\u201cBecause Heather had just been rejected by three private schools. She was crying every night. She said she would never be as smart as you. I was afraid that if you went to Harvard with everything paid for, she would spend the rest of her life believing she was the child who failed.\u201d
\n\u201cSo you decided Cassidy should suffer instead?\u201d Heather asked.
\n\u201cI thought he could handle it.\u201d
\nThe sentence struck me with the same force it had thirteen years earlier.
\nYou\u2019re already motivated.
\nYou\u2019ll figure it out.
\nThis will make you stronger.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cI convinced your father to delay telling you about the trust.\u201d
\n\u201cDelay?\u201d
\n\u201cI said we could use a small part of it to help Heather and replace it later.\u201d
\n\u201cSmall part?\u201d
\n\u201cThe first withdrawal was twenty-eight thousand dollars.\u201d
\nI remembered that figure.
\nIt had been taken during my freshman year.
\nThe year I worked until my hands shook from exhaustion.
\n\u201cDad forged my signature.\u201d
\nMom looked directly at me.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe room became completely still.
\nI knew what she was about to say, but some part of me refused to accept it.
\n\u201cYour father didn\u2019t forge the first authorization,\u201d she whispered.
\nHeather covered her mouth.
\nMom\u2019s voice broke.
\n\u201cI did.\u201d
\nI stepped backward.
\nDad had expanded the theft.
\nHe had used my identity.
\nHe had tried to escape and leave me responsible for his crimes.
\nBut the first person to take my future had not been him.
\nIt had been the mother who told me I was strong enough to survive without help.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more,\u201d she said.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t want another excuse.\u201d
\n\u201cIt isn\u2019t an excuse.\u201d
\nShe reached for my hand, but I moved away.
\n\u201cYour grandparents discovered the withdrawal.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey confronted us before they died. Your grandfather changed the trust and added a penalty clause.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind of penalty?\u201d
\nMom\u2019s eyes moved toward Heather.
\n\u201cIf either trustee misused your money, control of every remaining family asset would transfer to you.\u201d
\n\u201cEvery asset?\u201d
\n\u201cThe house. The retirement accounts. The investment portfolio. Everything.\u201d
\nHeather looked stunned.
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Dad destroy the amendment?\u201d
\n\u201cHe thought he had.\u201d
\nMom gripped the hospital blanket.
\n\u201cBut your grandfather gave the original to someone else.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nBefore she could answer, my phone rang.
\nIt was Professor Thomas, the mentor who had helped me survive Harvard.
\nI hadn\u2019t spoken to him about any of this.
\nYet when I answered, his voice was urgent.
\n\u201cCassidy, lock the door and don\u2019t trust anyone who claims to be from the law firm.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cYour grandfather gave my father the original trust amendment thirteen years ago. Richard just broke into his house looking for it.\u201d
\n\u201cIs your father safe?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s alive, but Richard took the document.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cWhere is Richard now?\u201d
\n\u201cWe tracked my father\u2019s stolen car.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is it?\u201d
\nProfessor Thomas hesitated.
\n\u201cCassidy, he\u2019s heading toward Boston Memorial.\u201d
\nI turned toward the hospital-room door.
\nAt that exact moment, the lights in the corridor went out.
\nThe emergency alarms began ringing.
\nAnd from somewhere inside the darkened hallway, I heard my father\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cCassidy, your mother still hasn\u2019t told you the worst part.\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n

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