Chapter 4 - THE MAID WHO WAS NEVER AN ACCIDENT
The first vehicle struck the north gate at 2:13 in the morning.
The second stopped short.
The third reversed before Caleb’s men fired.
By 2:16, one attacker was dead, two were wounded, and four had surrendered.
None carried identification.
All carried the same photograph.
Mine.
Not Luca’s.
Not Lily’s.
Mine.
I stood inside the safe room with Lily while the estate shook with boots and shouted orders.
She sat on a narrow couch holding Sarah’s music box.
I paced.
“Emma?”
“Yes?”
“Are they here for me?”
I stopped.
I hated how quickly she had learned to ask that.
“No.”
“How do you know?”
Because this time they were here for me.
I did not say it.
Instead I sat beside her.
“Your dad has a lot of enemies.”
She frowned.
“So do you now.”
Fair.
At three, Luca entered.
Blood marked one cuff.
Not his.
Lily ran to him.
He lifted her and held her longer than usual.
Then his eyes found me.
“They came for you.”
“I guessed.”
“One of them had instructions.”
He handed me a folded page.
TAKE COLLINS ALIVE.
DO NOT HARM THE GIRL.
RECOVER MUSIC BOX IF POSSIBLE.
“Vanessa?” I asked.
“No.”
“Carlo?”
“Maybe.”
Luca sat Lily down.
“Caleb found the vehicles were rented through Vale Protective Services.”
Daniel arrived behind him.
“Owned by Adrian Vale.”
I had never heard the name.
Luca had.
His expression became hard.
“Bellini fixer.”
“Former Bellini fixer,” Daniel said. “Officially retired.”
“Men like Vale retire when they die.”
I looked at them.
“What does he have to do with me?”
Daniel opened a folder.
“Your employment application.”
I stared.
“My application?”
“You applied through Whitmore Domestic Staffing.”
“Yes.”
“They never sent your résumé to the Moretti estate.”
“What?”
Daniel continued.
“Someone using a private Bellini account requested you by name.”
I felt cold.
“That’s impossible.”
“Your interview was staged.”
My mind went back eight months.
Mrs. Nolan, the house manager, calling unexpectedly.
Saying they needed someone good with children.
Asking whether I minded a live-in position.
I had been behind on rent.
I had said yes.
“Who requested me?”
“We don’t know yet.”
Luca looked furious.
Not at me.
At the idea of someone arranging his household without his knowledge.
Daniel said, “But whoever chose Emma knew her connection to Margaret Keene.”
Lily looked up.
“Aunt Margaret?”
I smiled faintly.
“My aunt.”
“Is she nice?”
“I don’t remember.”
That hurt more than expected.
Caleb entered.
“We found her.”
Everyone stood.
“Where?”
“Poughkeepsie. Assisted-living community under the name Margaret Collins.”
My mother’s surname.
“She changed her name?”
“Looks like it.”
“Is she alive?”
“Yes.”
“Safe?”
Caleb hesitated.
“For now.”
We left before sunrise.
Luca insisted I come.
I did not object.
Lily stayed with Mrs. Nolan and six armed guards.
Vanessa remained locked in the estate.
Daniel stayed to question the attackers.
Caleb drove.
Luca sat beside me in the rear seat.
For twenty minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then he said, “Your neck is bleeding again.”
I touched the bandage.
“I’m fine.”
He looked at me.
I sighed.
“Sorry.”
“Stop saying that.”
“What?”
“Fine.”
“It’s a useful word.”
“Not when it means the opposite.”
I turned toward the window.
Snow lay over the highway.
“You say very little for a man with so many opinions.”
He almost smiled.
Then his expression changed.
“Why did you take the music box from Vanessa?”
“Because Lily asked me to.”
“You could have called security.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“You fought my fiancée.”
“Former fiancée?”
His eyes met mine.
“Yes.”
Good.
I looked away before he noticed my relief.
“She was going to throw Sarah’s things out.”
“So you let her hit you.”
“I didn’t let her.”
“You stayed.”
“For Lily.”
Silence.
Then Luca said, “Thank you.”
Two words.
Quiet.
Unexpected.
I did not know what to do with them.
So I looked out the window again.
Margaret Keene lived in a modest senior community overlooking the Hudson.
She opened the door before we knocked.
She looked at me.
Her face broke.
“Emma.”
I stared.
“Aunt Maggie.”
She pulled me into her arms.
I did not hug back immediately.
Eleven years of silence stood between us.
Then she whispered, “You look like your mother.”
That did it.
I held her.
When we separated, she looked at Luca.
“I wondered when you’d come.”
“You know me.”
“I knew your wife.”
Luca’s jaw tightened.
Margaret invited us inside.
Her apartment was small.
Books.
Plants.
A framed photograph of my mother.
Another of a young woman I recognized as Sarah.
I stared.
“You knew her.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Margaret looked at me.
“Your mother raised her.”
The room tilted.
“What?”
“Not publicly.”
She sat.
“Evelyn Parker was your mother’s older sister. At nineteen, Evelyn became pregnant after an affair with Carlo Bellini.”
Luca said nothing.
Margaret continued.
“Carlo was already engaged to Vanessa’s mother. Evelyn knew what the Bellinis would do if they discovered the child.”
“So she left.”
“She tried.”
“What happened?”
“She died giving birth.”
My throat closed.
“Sarah.”
Margaret nodded.
“Your mother took the baby.”
I stared.
“My mother raised Sarah?”
“For five years.”
I remembered no Sarah.
I had not been born yet.
“Then what?”
“Carlo’s people found us.”
Luca’s voice went cold.
“What did they do?”
“They threatened your mother. Threatened me. Threatened the child.”
Margaret looked at me.
“Your mother arranged a private adoption.”
“Who adopted Sarah?”
“A couple in Connecticut. The Hales.”
Sarah Hale.
Later Sarah Moretti.
I had heard the name.
I never knew it connected to me.
“So Sarah was my cousin.”
“Yes.”
I sat down.
Luca looked at me differently.
Lily’s protector.
Sarah’s cousin.
Not accident.
Margaret continued.
“Years later Sarah found your mother.”
“Did Mom tell her?”
“Everything.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
“Because Carlo Bellini was still alive.”
Anger rose.
“She died without telling me I had family.”
“She died trying to keep you out of it.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Everyone keeps protecting me by deciding what I’m allowed to know.”
Margaret closed her eyes.
“You sound like Sarah.”
Luca looked toward me.
I ignored him.
“Why did Vanessa steal Lily’s blood?”
“To prove Sarah’s daughter could inherit the Bellini trust.”
“You knew?”
“Sarah called me.”
“Why did you give an affidavit?”
“Because she asked.”
“Why disappear?”
Margaret’s face changed.
“Because someone came to my apartment two days after Sarah died.”
Luca leaned forward.
“Who?”
“Renato Moretti.”
His eyes hardened.
“What did he want?”
“The original birth record.”
“Did you give it to him?”
“No.”
“Where is it?”
Margaret looked at me.
“I gave it to your mother.”
My heart stopped.
“My mother died seven years ago.”
“Yes.”
“Where did she put it?”
“She never told me.”
Luca said, “Then why target Emma now?”
Margaret answered quietly.
“Because they think her mother left it to her.”
I thought of everything I owned.
Cheap furniture.
My mother’s sewing box.
Photo albums.
A metal recipe tin.
No birth certificate.
Then I remembered one thing.
A locked cedar chest in a storage unit in Queens.
My mother’s.
I had never opened it.
I had lost the key years ago.
Margaret looked at my face.
“You know something.”
I stood.
Before I could answer, the window shattered.
Luca hit me to the floor.
A bullet struck the wall.
Caleb drew.
Another shot.
Margaret screamed.
Luca covered me with his body while Caleb fired through the broken window.
Then silence.
My ears rang.
Luca lifted his head.
“You hit?”
“No.”
Margaret?
Alive.
Caleb looked outside.
“Shooter moving east.”
Luca’s phone rang.
Daniel.
He answered.
“What?”
His face changed.
“Say that again.”
He put the call on speaker.
Daniel’s voice filled the room.
“We searched Vanessa’s phone.”
Luca looked at Margaret.
“And?”
“There are messages with Renato.”
“How many?”
“Hundreds.”
My stomach dropped.
Daniel continued.
“They’ve been working together for almost two years.”
Luca’s jaw tightened.
“What were they planning?”
Daniel hesitated.
“To marry Vanessa into the family.”
“We know.”
“No.”
A pause.
“They were planning what happens after the wedding.”
Luca’s eyes became cold.
Daniel said, “There’s a draft succession document.”
“What succession?”
“If you die before Lily turns eighteen, Renato becomes acting head of the Moretti family.”
Silence.
“And Vanessa becomes Lily’s guardian.”
I felt sick.
They had not planned a wedding.
They had planned an inheritance.
And I was the maid someone had placed in the house because I carried the last piece of proof that could destroy it.
Before we left Margaret’s apartment, she brought me a small envelope from a kitchen drawer.
“Your mother asked me to give you this only if the Bellinis found you.”
Inside was an old photograph.
My mother, younger than I remembered her.
Sarah at about five.
And Margaret.
They stood in front of a cheap Christmas tree in a small apartment.
Sarah was wearing my mother’s sweater.
I recognized it because I had inherited the same sweater years later.
I sat down.
“She was really there.”
Margaret touched the photograph.
“Your mother loved her.”
“Then why give her away?”
“Because Carlo’s men started following her to school.”
The anger drained out of me and left something heavier.
Margaret continued.
“June did not abandon Sarah. She chose a family the Bellinis could not connect to us.”
“Did Sarah understand?”
“Eventually.”
“And did she forgive her?”
“Yes.”
I looked at the photograph.
“Did my mother forgive herself?”
Margaret’s eyes filled.
“No.”
That answer stayed with me all the way to the storage unit.
Protection could save a life and still wound everyone involved.
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Maybe that was why Sarah had built keys and letters instead of simply trusting people to make choices for Lily.
She had seen what secret protection cost.
