Chapter 11 - THE NIGHT GRAHAM LOST CONTROL
Graham didn’t say a word.
He just stared at his father.
Richard Grant.
The man who taught him how to build a company.
The man who taught him never to trust anyone blindly.
The same man who had used his trust against him.
“What did you do?”
Graham’s voice was quiet.
Richard didn’t answer.
That silence was worse than any confession.
“What did you do to me?”
Richard walked toward the table and poured himself a drink.
“You were emotional after Emily died.”
Graham froze.
“Don’t bring her into this.”
“You weren’t thinking clearly.”
“I was raising my daughter.”
“You were drowning.”
Richard looked at him.
“And I gave you a solution.”
Graham felt anger rising.
“A solution?”
“Yes.”
“You manipulated me.”
Richard sighed.
“I protected you.”
“No.”
Graham shook his head.
“You protected your money.”
For the first time, Richard’s expression changed.
A small crack appeared.
“You have no idea what’s at stake.”
“My daughter.”
“The company.”
“There it is.”
Graham laughed bitterly.
“The company.”
Richard stepped closer.
“You think the world cares about your feelings?”
Graham stared at him.
“My daughter is not a business decision.”
Richard looked away.
“She was becoming a problem.”
The room went silent.
Graham felt something inside him break.
Not because Richard insulted him.
Because he finally saw the truth.
The people closest to him didn’t see Maisie as a child.
They saw her as an obstacle.
Graham left without another word.
When he reached home, Maisie was asleep on the couch.
Her stuffed rabbit was in her arms.
The same rabbit Sloane packed in the suitcase.
The same rabbit someone thought she didn’t deserve to keep.
Graham sat beside her.
And whispered:
“I’m sorry.”
His daughter moved slightly.
“Daddy?”
He wiped his eyes quickly.
“I’m here.”
“Are we leaving?”
Graham looked at her.
“No.”
“But Sloane said…”
He froze.
“What did she say?”
Maisie looked scared.
“She said you would get tired of fighting.”
Graham felt cold.
“When did she say that?”
“Yesterday.”
“Where?”
Maisie pointed upstairs.
“In my room.”
Graham stood immediately.
He walked upstairs.
Opened Maisie’s closet.
And found something hidden behind her clothes.
A small recording device.
Still blinking.
Someone had been listening.
Watching.
Recording his daughter.
Graham picked it up.
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
A familiar voice spoke.
“You should stop looking.”
Graham’s face changed.
“Sloane?”
“No.”
A pause.
“It’s someone who knows what happens when fathers make mistakes.”
The call ended.
Graham looked at the recording device.
Then at his daughter’s bedroom.
Someone was still playing the same game.
May you like
And this time…
They were watching him.
