Chapter 25

He accepted that without defense.
“I’m trying,” he said.
“I know.”
He looked toward Maya’s car, where the twins were buckling into booster seats. “Evan was the steady one. I was the one who left town and acted like birthdays could be replaced by texts. Then he married Claire, and I thought…” He shook his head. “I thought he didn’t need me.”
“People who look steady still need someone.”
Nathan nodded.
“I know that now.”
The investigation into Claire continued.
She attended required evaluations. She expressed remorse in carefully worded statements. She claimed she had suffered a panic episode and made an unforgivable mistake. Her attorney emphasized grief, stress, and lack of support.
Maya remained cautious.
The children’s therapist, Dr. Patel, submitted observations without drama but with devastating clarity.
Lily showed signs of excessive responsibility and fear of mistakes.
Owen showed separation anxiety and hypervigilance.
Both children believed abandonment was connected to being “too much trouble.”
No child should have those words planted inside them.
Then came the financial records.
Elise brought them to me late on a Thursday after the twins’ visit.
“Claire’s finances were not strained,” she said.
I took the papers.
Evan had left life insurance. More than enough to support the children. There were education accounts. Savings. A modest but comfortable house with equity.
But in the months after Evan’s death, large transfers had been made.
Not illegal on their face.
But troubling.
Accounts emptied.
Assets moved.
The house listed quietly.
A one-way international itinerary under Claire’s name.
“She wasn’t overwhelmed,” I said.
“She may have been,” Elise replied. “But she was also leaving with most of the money.”
“And without the children.”
May you like
“Yes.”
I stared at the documents until the numbers blurred.