Chapter 4
Orson remembered his father as a man who solved problems before breakfast.
He had called that strength.
Now he wondered how many problems had simply been buried.
Elena located the old attorney.
Arthur Vance was retired, eighty-one, and living in Connecticut.
His memory was imperfect.
His files were not.
He still had a closed archive from the Luca matter because malpractice cases involving minors were retained longer than ordinary civil files.
He would not give Orson privileged documents.
He would, however, confirm procedural facts.
Tamsin consulted him after Luca died.
She believed the hospital had failed her son.
Arthur began reviewing the case.
Then Bellori family counsel contacted him.
Tamsin withdrew.
“Why?” Orson asked.
Arthur looked at him carefully.
“You’re asking me to tell you what my former client said.”
“I’m asking what changed.”
Arthur considered that.
Then answered narrowly.
“The direction of blame.”
Orson waited.
Arthur continued.
“When Tamsin first came to me, she believed the emergency department had responded too slowly.”
“And later?”
“She learned the timeline started before Luca reached the hospital.”
Orson felt a pressure building behind his ribs.
“How long before?”
Arthur would not answer.
But he told Elena where public records from the emergency response could still be requested.
Those records showed an ambulance arrived at the Bellori estate shortly after 10:40 p.m.
The 911 call was placed at 10:31.
Luca had reportedly begun serious breathing difficulty much earlier.
The exact time was disputed.
One old household employee was still alive.
Evelyn Shaw.
She had been Luca’s nanny.
She left the Bellori family less than a month after his funeral and never returned.
Orson found her through an investigator.
Evelyn agreed to meet only after hearing Mara’s age.
When Orson sat across from her in a quiet diner in Westchester, she asked one question before anything else.
“Does the little girl have asthma?”
“Yes.”
“And Tamsin says she exaggerates?”
Orson stared at her.
Evelyn looked down at her coffee.
“Then she hasn’t changed.”
There it was.
Not proof yet.
But history.
Evelyn told him Luca had often been accused of being dramatic when his breathing tightened.
Tamsin hated seeing him treated as fragile.
She believed fear made his symptoms worse.
Sometimes she was right.
Anxiety did make things harder.
But Tamsin had turned that partial truth into a dangerous certainty.
“She wanted him tough,” Evelyn said.
“Why?”
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“Because she was raising a Bellori boy.”
Orson felt ashamed of how familiar that logic sounded.
