Chapter 11
Andrew did not tell Alex what the recording contained.
A three-year-old did not need the burden of his parents’ unfinished marriage.
Instead, Andrew told Rachel Monroe something much simpler.
“I think Elena was trying to protect him from us.”
Rachel studied him.
“From them?”
Andrew shook his head.
“From us.”
That mattered.
Andrew began changing his household immediately.
Not as punishment.
Not as performance.
The armed men who had always stood inside the house moved outside unless needed.
Business meetings stopped happening at the dinner table.
No one entered Alex’s room without knocking.
No relative had automatic access simply because they were family.
Lucinda was barred entirely.
Marcus too.
Then Andrew called Megan.
“Elena wanted me to have a choice.”
Megan was quiet.
“Yes.”
“I would have gone.”
“You don't know that.”
Andrew hated the answer.
“Of course I would have.”
“Would you?”
Silence.
Megan continued gently.
“You loved her. I know that. But she had asked you to change things before.”
Andrew stared through the windows of his study.
Megan was not trying to hurt him.
That made it worse.
“I don't know what I would have done.”
“No.”
Megan’s voice softened.
“But you know what you can do now.”
Alex began speaking more often.
Not much.
One sentence every few days.
Then silence.
One afternoon he asked Andrew:
“Daddy mad?”
Andrew crouched.
“At you?”
Alex nodded.
“No.”
“Because Mommy?”
Andrew understood.
For months Marcus had trained the boy to connect speaking about Elena with upsetting his father.
Andrew sat on the floor.
“Daddy might get sad about Mommy.”
Alex watched him carefully.
“But Daddy will never be mad at you for talking about her.”
Alex considered that.
Then he picked up the rabbit.
“Mommy tied this.”
Andrew looked at the green ribbon he had carefully sewn back around the toy’s neck.
“You remember?”
Alex nodded.
“She said bunny stays with me.”
Andrew looked away before his son saw his face change.
Elena had not tied the ribbon as a clue.
There was no secret message hidden inside the rabbit.
No key.
No convenient evidence.
It was simply a mother making sure her child had something familiar.
That somehow hurt more.
Andrew had spent days turning every object Elena touched into part of an investigation.
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The ribbon reminded him that before the conspiracy, before the money, before the family power struggles—
there had been a woman trying to comfort her son.
