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Sirens. Growing closer.Two police officers entered. “Daniel Harrington and Lily Jones. You are under arrest for identity fraud and unlawful assumption of another’s legal rights.”Handcuffs clicked onto his wrists.As they led him away, he looked back at the urn in my mother’s arms.“Forgive me, Garcia. Forgive me.”Fifty years too late.My grandmother could not hear him.But that was all right.I had evened the score.That night, State University issued a formal statement. Daniel Harrington was permanently dismissed, all honors revoked, and referred for criminal prosecution.The National Academy of Fine Arts announced that Lily Jones had her membership revoked, all titles revoked, and was permanently banned from rejoining.Isabelle Harrington had her degrees rescinded and was banned from the legal profession for life.I read each notice, then turned off my phone.My mother sat beside me. Her hands were still shaking. They had been shaking ever since she walked into that room.I took h
The Real Garcia Chapter 7
Her back was bent. She was barely fifty, but her hair was mostly gray.In her arms, she carried a black urn. On the urn, a photograph. My grandmother’s ashes.She walked step by step to the front. She raised her head and looked at Daniel Harrington.That face. It was his face.Silence. No one spoke. But the cameras flashed.Then my mother held up a piece of paper. Her birth certificate.It clearly showed 1976, the year Daniel Harrington left the rural West.Birth date: June 13th. The date matched the one in his letters.The comments exploded again.“That face. DNA not needed. They’re identical.”“What kind of monster abandons his pregnant wife in the rural West to become a professor?”“And he stood up there talking about fairness. How does he live with himself?”“And they taught their granddaughter this?”The viewership peaked.Daniel Harrington wiped his forehead, his voice shaking. “David! Shut down the live stream!”But David Johnson did not move.The stream had been promoted by the
The Real Garcia Chapter 6
For an instant, his composure cracked. His mouth tightened.But then he straightened, his gaze stern. “Ms. Smith, I don’t know what grudge you hold against my family. But everyone knows my wife and I have been devoted to each other for fifty years.”“Your wife?” I interrupted, pointing at the woman beside him. “Do you mean her, or the Garcia you left behind in that rural backwater?”Silence.His mouth twitched.The woman shot up. “Nonsense! Who are you to make up such lies!”I didn’t look at her. I pressed the remote again.A faded photograph appeared on the screen. A young woman with two braids, standing under an old cottonwood tree. She looked a lot like me. The resemblance was striking.I looked at Daniel Harrington. “Professor, do you remember this face?”He stared at the screen. His Adam’s apple bobbed once.“That’s just a young woman I knew during my time in the rural West. She had feelings for me, but I firmly rejected her. Don’t twist things with one photograph.”“Is that so?”
The Real Garcia Chapter 5
Isabelle’s face froze for a second. Then she frowned, her eyes still red. “Ms. Smith, isn’t this going too far? Publicly slandering me?”I looked at her calmly. “Ms. Harrington, everyone says you’re brilliant. So tell me. In those six papers of yours, which cases, which legal principles, which books did you cite?”Her mouth opened. A flash of panic, quickly suppressed. “I won’t fall into your trap.”The comments cheered: Quick thinking!I nodded and stepped closer. “Then let me tell you. Your freshman year, you bought a term paper from a poor student. Sophomore year, another. Junior and senior years, two each. All six papers were written by students I have been mentoring pro bono. You took them and put your name on them. They didn’t dare speak up because you are Daniel Harrington’s granddaughter.”I pressed a remote control.The large screen showed the original documents for all six papers. Complete revision histories, late night comments, line by line edits. The real authors’ names we
The Real Garcia Chapter 4
The next morning, the firm’s conference room had been transformed. A red banner stretched across the wall: Upholding Fair Hiring, Defending the Rule of Law.David Johnson and two other interviewers sat at the main table.Daniel Harrington and Mrs. Harrington sat in the guest section, with Isabelle between them.Journalists from every legal publication filled the room. Cameras lined up in two rows. Live streaming equipment blinked red.I sat in the coffee shop downstairs and opened my phone.The live stream began.David Johnson straightened his tie and walked to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press, thank you for coming. Today’s briefing concerns former partner Evelyn Smith’s malicious rejection of an outstanding candidate during our recruitment process.”He paused, frowning. “This firm has always stood for fairness and justice. After investigation, we confirmed that Ms. Smith eliminated the top ranked candidate, Isabelle Harrington, without valid reason. This is egregious.”T
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That evening, I walked into a quiet coffee shop.Daniel Harrington sat in a leather wingback chair. He was elderly now, heavyset, wearing a dark wool blazer.But I recognized him instantly. That face, those brows. Exactly like the faded photograph I had looked at for thirty years.“Professor Harrington.” I sat down across from him.He sipped his coffee, then looked up. “Ms. Smith. I have looked into you. A girl from the rural West, already so accomplished. Impressive.”He poured me a cup of coffee. “I came from the rural West too. I know how hard the struggle is. Whatever your concerns, I can assure you that Isabelle easily meets your standards. Say yes, and I promise you will go very far in this field.”His tone was light, patronizing. The ease of a man who had been powerful for decades.He looked at me with a smile.He did not recognize me. Not a flicker of recognition. Though everyone said I bore a strong resemblance to my grandmother.He had no idea I existed.“Professor Harrington
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