Chapter 3: My Father’s Voice
Chapter 3: My Father’s Voice
I took the flash drive from Sarah’s hand.
Eleanor stepped toward me.
“Give that to me,” she said.
“No.”
Her voice dropped into a hiss.
“You have no idea what you’re holding.”
“I think I do.”
A guest near the wall quietly connected the drive to the ballroom’s presentation screen. Harrison’s wedding slideshow disappeared.
Then my father’s face appeared.
Older.
Tired.
Alive only in memory.
His voice filled the ballroom.
“If this recording is being seen, then Eleanor has already done what I feared.”
Gasps moved through the crowd.
My father continued.
“She manipulated my medication, isolated me from my eldest son, and forced me to sign estate documents while I was heavily sedated.”
Eleanor staggered back.
“That’s a lie,” she whispered.
But the screen changed.
Medical records.
Bank transfers.
Legal documents.
Security footage.
Everything.
And then my father said the words that broke the room open.
“My son was never disinherited by my choice.”
Harrison turned slowly toward his mother.
May you like
“Mom?”
Eleanor had no answer.
