Another part—the boy who had spent years trying to earn his mother’s approval—wanted answers.
“I want to hear what she says,” he admitted.
Maya considered this.
“Not here.”
David understood.
The apartment had to remain safe.
He went downstairs alone, carrying his phone with the recorder running.
Eleanor waited near the entrance.
She had brought no luggage.
“Where are Chloe and Mark?” David asked.
“At their apartment.”
“And Ethan?”
“With his father.”
“Good.”
Eleanor’s gaze moved toward the elevator.
“How is the baby?”
“Safe.”
“And Maya?”
“Recovering.”
His mother closed her eyes briefly.
“I didn’t know she was that sick.”
“She told you.”
“She said she was sore.”
“She was bleeding.”
“I thought she was exaggerating.”
“Why?”
Eleanor’s face tightened.
“Because she often seemed fragile.”
“No. Because you needed her to be unreliable.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Neither was leaving her without food.”
Eleanor looked down.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
It was the first time she had admitted anything plainly.
David felt no relief.
“Why did you pay Hudson Family Consulting?”
Her head lifted sharply.
For one second, fear crossed her face.
Then it vanished.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I came here to apologize.”
“No. You came because you know the police are reviewing the accounts.”
Eleanor’s lips pressed together.
David stepped closer.
“Who is Jonathan Reeves?”
“You’ve been speaking to Daniel.”
“Answer me.”
“He helped me with financial matters.”
“What kind of matters?”
“Your father left complications.”
“What complications?”
People passed behind the glass doors, carrying grocery bags and pushing strollers. The ordinary neighborhood scene made their conversation feel even more unreal.
Eleanor looked at her son.
“Thomas made promises he could not keep.”
“To Marisol?”
Her composure cracked.
“You have no idea who that woman is.”
“Then tell me.”
“She wanted money.”
“She says she never asked Maya for money.”
“She is lying.”
“Did you know about the messages?”
Eleanor did not answer.
“Did Jonathan intercept them?”
Still nothing.
David felt something inside him go quiet.
He no longer needed to force a confession.
Her silence was an answer of its own.
“You used Maya’s fear of losing Liam,” he said. “You knew what her mother had done to her.”
