Chapter 13 - Forty-Eight Hours
Rebecca asked an Indiana attorney to review whether the dormant guardianship paperwork could be used to seek any new order.
The lawyer found no existing order transferring custody, but she discovered an unfiled packet that had been submitted for preliminary review years earlier.
It contained allegations about Evelyn's housing, mental health, and ability to provide for newborn twins.
The allegations were unsupported by medical or social-work evaluations in the file.
A cover note directed the clerk's questions to Eleanor's counsel rather than to Evelyn.
"They tried to build a case before I gave birth," Evelyn said.
I took her hand only when she reached toward mine.
The authorities requested preservation of relevant records from the agency and its contractors.
Eleanor's lawyers denied wrongdoing and called the drafts standard contingency planning.
The words made my stomach turn.
My children's removal had been someone's contingency.
Helen scheduled the board's final vote for Friday at noon.
I had forty-eight hours to demonstrate that I could protect the company without hiding the misconduct that had happened under its roof.
Daniel advised me to step down temporarily, let independent managers handle operations, and avoid letting the board make the family dispute its own referendum.
It was sound advice and felt like swallowing glass.
I signed a temporary delegation limited to routine operations, with oversight from directors who had no ties to Eleanor.
Then I asked for an external audit of all family-related payments.
Some colleagues treated it as noble.
Others thought I was destroying the company for a woman who had returned at the worst possible moment.
I did not correct that version of events with a speech.
I brought the records.
On Thursday night, Bell's attorney delivered an encrypted file containing archived emails.
One message from Eleanor instructed that the boys' births must never be described to Marcus as a family matter.
Another instructed the office to keep proof of his paternal acknowledgment available in case Evelyn tried to challenge the financial arrangement.
I stared at the contradiction.
Eleanor wanted me to believe the boys did not exist.
Yet she wanted legal proof that they were mine whenever that proof gave her leverage over Evelyn.
"What did she get out of controlling both stories?" I asked.
Priya highlighted a ledger entry.
The custodial reserve had been used as collateral for a family investment facility.
If its beneficiaries or trustee structure were challenged, the financing could come under scrutiny.
Eleanor's power was tied to the secrecy itself.
At ten thirty, I received a message from my mother.
Come home alone. We can end this before the vote.
I showed Rebecca.
She advised me not to meet privately and to preserve the message.
Then another message arrived.
Ask Evelyn what happened at the hospital the night the twins were born.
Evelyn read it over my shoulder and went white.
"She knows," she whispered.
"Knows what?"
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"There was a third person in the delivery room before you ever saw their faces."
