LOGINIsaacI replied bluntly. “I didn't need permission to report what I found.” Something shifted in Kendall but it was obvious she was trying to retain control of the situation. “I know you didn't. But there is a difference between reporting evidence and deciding that you already know what happened.” “I never said I already knew.” “You brought enough officers right in the court where she just lost a case to take him away in front of her!” “Hell, I didn’t freaking know about some divorce case bullshit!” I yelled back as I moved away from her, trying to keep my cool. I looked at the papers spread across the table. “I did what I was supposed to do.” “No, you did what you needed to do to feel that you were finally doing something for Paul.” I looked at her. “That is unfair.” “Is it?” She retorted. “I trusted you, Isaac, and just look what you did!” “I have been sitting on information for too
IsaacI was in the car when they went inside. I watched through the windscreen as they approached the entrance and resurfaced with Damien Cross. I saw Evelyn come out with Kendall, pursuing the men, screaming in a frenzy through uncontrollable tears. Damien followed them with a bag over his shoulder. I got out before I had even decided whether I should. Kendall saw me first. “Isaac, what are you doing here? Isaac what is this? Isaac what the fuck is this?!” She yelled. I looked toward the officers. “They have a warrant. I gave them the parking footage, the registration, the café statement and the hospital records. Damien's car was two streets from where Paul died at 11:51 that night. The woman at the café identified him, and the hospital can't account for where he was afterward. I asked the police to investigate him, and they did.” Evelyn looked at me, then at the officers standing beside Damien. Her face changed immediately
IsaacI stopped treating Doris’s version of what happened to Paul as the whole story the night Kendall and I ended up trapped inside Damien’s wardrobe. Until then, I had been following whatever information came to me and trying to make sense of it from the outside. After that night, I decided I needed to go back to Paul’s final hours myself and work from the facts I could actually verify. I went through the thin file the police had allowed me to copy and started with the time of the incident. The official report placed it somewhere between 11:40 p.m. and 12:10 a.m., near the service entrance behind the building Paul had been using for late meetings. That was a thirty-minute window, and I wanted to know everything that had happened around that entrance during those thirty minutes. I started asking about cameras on both streets around the building and followed every lead I could find, even when the people I spoke to had no interest in helping me. Most of t
Evelyn Bruce Marcello had been listening carefully. When Margaret's lawyer referred to the original family obligation, my father nodded once. He did not look toward me… ever. Pedro kept staring at the floor, and Darlene leaned toward our father at one point and whispered something to him. I could not understand why they were there. They had not come to speak to me. They had not asked whether I was all right. They had not even approached me before the hearing began. They were simply watching. Eventually, the judge asked whether Adrian confirmed that he had signed the documents. Adrian lifted his head. “Yes,” he said. It was the first time he had spoken since we entered the courtroom. I looked at him, waiting for something more. I wanted him to say that he had not known about the service clause. I wanted him to tell the judge that he had never intended for me to work in his house. I wanted him to
EvelynDamien drove me to court that morning, and for most of the journey neither of us said much. I was grateful for that. I had barely slept, and every time I tried to think through what might happen in court, I found myself going over the same questions without finding an answer. Kendall sat beside Raymond in the back seat, while Theo had gone ahead to meet the lawyer Damien had arranged to represent me. Nobody tried to fill the silence simply because silence was easier to bear than another conversation about what had happened the day before.By the time we reached the courthouse, the press was already waiting outside. Cameras were raised before I had even stepped away from the car, and I heard my name several times from people calling questions at me. I had experienced just enough trauma with the media that I was not ready to begin one again. I lowered my head and kept walking. Damien stayed close beside me, and Kendall and Raymond followed behind us while Theo met us near the en
EvelynKendall moved closer to me and sat beside me. I leaned against her without thinking.“I knew something was wrong,” I said. “Theo kept trying to warn me, and I kept telling myself I would be careful. I even told myself I would read everything. Then I got there and all I wanted was to be finished with Adrian. Margaret kept talking while I was reading, and I let myself believe that the extra pages were exactly what she said they were. I initialled where the lawyer told me to initial because I thought I was dealing with closing language. I gave them the opening.”Kendall put an arm around my shoulders. “You wanted the divorce. That is all you were supposed to be thinking about. They knew that. They took advantage of it. Theo is already preparing to challenge the agreement, and you are definitely not going to be present in the Parker’s household to work for them.”I closed my eyes. “What if the judge says I signed it?”“Then Theo argues why you signed it, how you were presented with







