Chapter 4 - The Childhood Photograph
On Sunday afternoon Sarah invited David to collect the rest of his clothes.
Michael was not supposed to be there.
He was.
He sat at the kitchen island with a laptop open and a legal pad beside him.
David stopped in the doorway.
“You live here now?”
Michael closed the laptop.
“I’m helping Sarah sort things out.”
“Apparently.”
Sarah emerged from the laundry room.
“I thought you were coming at four.”
“It is four.”
She checked her phone.
“Sorry.”
David walked upstairs.
Ethan followed him immediately.
“You’re taking everything?”
“Just clothes.”
“What about your books?”
“They can stay.”
“Your tools?”
“Stay.”
“The grill?”
David smiled faintly.
“You worried about the grill?”
Ethan’s face remained serious.
“If your stuff stays, you have to come back.”
David knelt.
“That isn’t how it works.”
Ethan glanced toward the hall.
“Michael moved his toothbrush into Mom’s bathroom.”
David shut his eyes for one second.
Sarah had insisted nothing romantic was happening yet.
“Buddy, whatever happens between your mom and me—”
“I hate when adults say that.”
David stopped.
“Say what?”
“Whatever happens.”
Ethan’s voice tightened.
“It means something bad already happened and you don’t want to tell me.”
David had no answer.
Ethan walked toward the dresser.
On top sat a framed photograph.
David had forgotten about it.
Ethan was five in the picture, wearing a yellow bicycle helmet. David was crouched beside him with one hand on the bike seat.
The photograph had been taken moments before Ethan’s first successful ride without training wheels.
Ethan picked it up.
“Can I keep this?”
“It’s yours.”
“What if Mom takes it down?”
“She won’t.”
“You don’t know.”
David looked at him.
Ethan was right.
Downstairs, Sarah and Michael were arguing quietly.
David heard his name.
He motioned for Ethan to stay upstairs, then descended.
Michael stopped talking.
Sarah looked irritated.
“What?”
David asked.
“Nothing.”
Michael rose.
“I should probably go.”
“Good idea.”
Sarah shot David a warning look.
Michael ignored him and walked toward the door.
Before leaving, he turned to Sarah.
“We need a decision by Tuesday.”
David noticed the words.
Sarah noticed him noticing.
After Michael left, David asked, “Decision about what?”
Sarah began gathering coffee cups.
“Nothing that concerns you.”
“If it involves the house, it concerns me.”
She stopped.
“How do you know?”
David took out his phone.
He placed the refinance estimate on the screen.
Sarah’s face lost color.
“You went through my files?”
“They’re in our shared account.”
“That folder was private.”
“Michael’s name is on a mortgage estimate for the house I still own.”
“It’s preliminary.”
“Three weeks before you told me he came back.”
Sarah leaned against the counter.
“I was trying to understand options.”
“For what?”
“My future.”
“Did your future include telling me?”
“I’m divorcing you. Of course I was planning.”
“Six months, Sarah.”
She looked at him.
“How long were you planning to leave?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then why North Carolina?”
Her expression answered before her mouth did.
David’s chest tightened.
“You were planning to take Ethan?”
“No.”
“You searched houses.”
“Michael has a business opportunity there.”
David stared at her.
“What business?”
“He owns part of a logistics company.”
“Since when?”
“Two years.”
“And you verified that?”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re detonating our family because a man who disappeared for eight years told you he changed.”
“You think I’m stupid.”
“No. I think you want something to be true.”
Sarah’s face hardened.
“Maybe I want Ethan to know where he came from.”
“He knows where he came from.”
“That isn’t the same.”
“No,” David said. “Apparently blood gets a separate category.”
Sarah slapped a hand against the counter.
“I am tired of you acting morally superior because you stayed.”
David’s voice dropped.
“I stayed because I loved you both.”
“And maybe that made it impossible for Michael to come back.”
David stared.
“That is what he told you?”
Sarah looked away.
There it was.
Michael had not simply returned.
He had rewritten history.
That night David searched Michael’s logistics company.
The website looked legitimate.
Professional photographs.
Fleet vehicles.
Three office locations.
Michael’s biography described him as a “co-founder and managing partner.”
David almost closed the page.
Then he noticed something.
The company name was Kane-Weller Logistics.
David searched state business records.
Michael’s name did appear.
But beside it was another entry.
A lawsuit filed seven months earlier.
Plaintiff:
Weller Capital Group.
Defendant:
Michael Kane.
Claim:
Fraudulent diversion of company funds.
Amount disputed:
$284,000.
David leaned closer to the screen.
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