Chapter 10
Marcus finally told me the full plan.
After the luncheon, a driver loyal to him would take Alina from the stable entrance.
Not by force if they could avoid it.
Ramona intended to tell her I had ordered a private conversation at the lake property.
Alina would get into the car because my name opened doors.
My stomach turned.
Same old weapon.
Borrow authority.
Then isolate.
Once there, her phone would disappear.
She would be told Lucy remained safe only if she stayed quiet.
Not threatened directly.
Never direct if implication works.
Meanwhile, I would receive a message.
Supposedly from Alina.
She needed space.
She was tired of family pressure.
She had taken time away.
A story plausible enough because Ramona had spent weeks making our marriage tense.
I remembered.
Arguments over nothing.
Alina increasingly anxious.
Me increasingly impatient.
Ramona had been adding pressure then watching it become evidence.
“How long?”
Marcus looked down.
“One week.”
“One week what?”
“They planned to keep her at the lake property for seven days.”
“And then?”
Silence.
“Marcus.”
His jaw tightened.
“Ramona thought by then you would be angry enough to stop looking.”
That hurt because it might have worked once.
Not now.
But maybe earlier in my life.
I had pride.
When hurt, I went cold.
If a message convincingly said Alina needed distance, I might have given it.
Ramona counted on my worst habit.
Take abandonment personally before asking whether it was real.
I looked at Alina.
She understood too.
“That’s why she kept telling me you were tired of my complaints.”
Ramona had been preparing both sides.
I looked back at Marcus.
“And after seven days?”
“She would offer Alina a choice.”
“What choice?”
“Leave Connecticut permanently.”
“Or?”
He stared at the table.
“Return under conditions.”
My voice became quieter.
“What conditions?”
No mention of Daniel Hart.
No token.
No questions about Enzo.
No interference with Ramona’s role in the family.
And Lucy would spend more time under Ramona’s supervision.
There it was.
A contract without paper.
Silence purchased through access to a child.
I looked at Marcus.
“Did you agree to that?”
“No.”
I waited.
He corrected himself.
“I agreed to moving her. Not the rest.”
Precision.
Good.
Still guilty.
“Why help?”
He closed his eyes.
“Because my father died telling me Daniel was the man who tried to destroy us.”
Old loyalty.
Inherited lie.
“But you knew Daniel was innocent.”
“Later.”
“And still?”
Marcus looked at me.
“Yes.”
That was the truth he had to live with.
Knowledge changed.
Choice did not.
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He had stopped protecting his father’s innocence years ago.
He was protecting the power built from it.
