PART 4 — THE SECRET BEHIND THE NOTEBOOK
The words stared back at me.
“He already did.”
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The room was silent except for the sound of the paramedics moving around Lily.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the notebook.
Those four words.
They weren’t written by Marissa.
The officer had already confirmed that.
Someone else had added them.
Someone who knew exactly what was happening inside this house.
Someone who had been watching.
I looked at Marissa.
Her face had lost all color.
“Who wrote that?”
She didn’t answer.
“Marissa.”
Her eyes slowly lifted.
“I don’t know.”
But her voice wasn’t convincing.
Not even close.
The officer noticed too.
“Ma’am, we need the truth.”
Marissa looked toward the front door.
Like she expected someone else to walk in.
Then she whispered:
“I thought he was gone.”
A chill ran through me.
“Who?”
She closed her eyes.
“Ethan.”
The name meant nothing to me.
But the way she said it told me everything.
This wasn’t a stranger.
This was someone from her past.
“Who is Ethan?”
Marissa sat there silently.
Finally, she said:
“Brian’s old friend.”
I frowned.
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“You weren’t supposed to.”
Those words made my stomach twist.
“What does that mean?”
Marissa looked at the notebook.
“He knew things about our family.”
“What things?”
She swallowed.
“Things nobody else knew.”
The officer stepped closer.
“Start from the beginning.”
Marissa wiped her tears.
“Two years ago, before Lily started having problems at school, Brian and Ethan worked together.”
“Doing what?”
She hesitated.
“Private security.”
I stared at her.
“And?”
“And Ethan got involved with something illegal.”
The room became colder.
“What kind of illegal?”
Marissa looked down.
“I don’t know everything.”
The officer raised an eyebrow.
“But you know something.”
She nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
I felt anger building again.
“You let someone dangerous around your children?”
“No!”
She cried.
“I didn’t know at first.”
“Then when did you know?”
She didn’t answer.
That silence was enough.
“Marissa.”
Her voice cracked.
“Six months ago.”
My jaw tightened.
“Six months?”
She looked at me.
“Brian told me Ethan was gone.”
“And you believed him?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Her answer was quiet.
“Because Brian was scared too.”
I looked at the notebook again.
The notes.
The dates.
The surveillance.
The photographs.
This wasn’t just a family problem.
This was something much darker.
The officer picked up another page.
“Who wrote these notes?”
Marissa looked at it.
Then she whispered:
“I did.”
Everyone looked at her.
“You wrote about your children?”
She shook her head.
“No.”
She pointed.
“These aren’t about the children.”
The officer frowned.
“What are they about?”
Marissa looked at me.
“They’re about keeping them safe.”
I stared at her.
“Safe?”
“You think I don’t love them?”
Her voice broke.
“You think I don’t know what I did tonight?”
She covered her face.
“I know.”
Nobody spoke.
Then she looked at me.
“I failed Lily.”
That was the first time I saw real regret.
Not fear.
Not excuses.
Regret.
“I was angry,” she whispered.
“I was exhausted.”
She looked toward the hospital team.
“I watched other parents with their children and wondered why everything felt so hard with Lily.”
My expression hardened.
“Because she was a child who needed you.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
My voice shook.
“Because if you did, you never would have done this.”
Marissa cried silently.
The officer turned another page.
Then suddenly stopped.
His expression changed.
“What is it?”
He didn’t answer.
He handed the notebook to me.
I looked.
And my entire body froze.
There was a list.
Names.
Dates.
Addresses.
At the bottom was one name.
Mine.
“Thomas.”
My own name.
Next to it:
“Grandfather.”
Underneath:
“Most likely to interfere.”
I felt sick.
Someone had been studying me.
The officer immediately took the notebook back.
“This changes everything.”
The paramedic interrupted.
“Sir?”
We turned.
“Lily is stable enough to transport.”
Relief hit me.
But only for a second.
Because then the paramedic added:
“We found something concerning.”
“What?”
He held up Lily’s medical bracelet.
“There’s a second medication in her system.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“We need to test it.”
My heart dropped.
“Is she in danger?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
That was worse.
“We don’t know yet.”
I looked at Lily.
My little granddaughter.
Her eyes were half-open.
“Grandpa?”
I walked toward her.
“I’m here.”
“Don’t let them take me.”
My heart broke.
“Nobody is taking you anywhere.”
She looked at Marissa.
Then whispered:
“I tried to be good.”
I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Sweetheart…”
“I tried.”
The tears came.
“I cleaned my room.”
“I listened.”
“I didn’t complain.”
Her tiny voice cracked.
“But Mom still wanted me gone.”
The entire room went silent.
Even Marissa couldn’t deny it.
Because Lily wasn’t accusing.
She was just telling us what she believed.
And that was somehow worse.
The paramedics carried her out.
I followed.
But before I reached the door, the officer stopped me.
“Sir.”
I turned.
He held up the notebook.
“There’s one more thing.”
“What?”
He pointed to the final page.
The one with the message.
“He already did.”
Below it, another sentence had appeared.
A sentence nobody noticed before.
The officer read it slowly.
“Ask Brian what happened the night Lily was adopted.”
I froze.
My hand dropped.
Because I remembered.
The adoption.
The day Lily entered our family.
The day Brian cried.
The day he told me:
“Dad, I finally understand what it means to love someone.”
But now…
What if that wasn’t the whole story?
I turned to Marissa.
She looked terrified.
“You know, don’t you?”
Her lips trembled.
“Know what?”
“The truth about Lily.”
She looked away.
And that was my answer.
I walked closer.
“Tell me.”
She whispered:
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because if Ethan knows we found out…”
She stopped.
“What?”
She looked at the door.
“He’ll come back.”
The lights suddenly flickered.
Everyone looked up.
The power went out.
The entire house went dark.
Then my phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
One message.
A photo.
I opened it.
My blood froze.
It was Lily.
At the hospital.
Taken only seconds ago.
Someone was watching us.
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And underneath the picture were six words:
“Ask Brian about the real mother.”
