Chapter 6 - Why Caleb Really Came Into My Life
Rebecca Mercer was alive.
That should have been impossible.
But after everything I had learned that day, impossible had begun losing meaning.
Grandpa sat down.
Daniel looked as shocked as I felt.
“You told Caleb his mother was dead,” I said.
Daniel stared at Rebecca.
“Because every document I found said she was.”
Rebecca nodded.
“That was the idea.”
Her story was almost unbelievable.
After escaping the estate fire with four-year-old Ethan, Rebecca realized Victor had infiltrated the investigation.
She left Ethan with my mother because keeping him beside her would lead Victor directly to him.
Then Rebecca ran.
For years.
Different states.
Different names.
Eventually she entered a federal witness relocation program connected to an unrelated financial investigation.
Her death had been staged on paper to protect her identity.
“Why didn’t you go back for your son?” I asked.
Pain moved across her face.
“I tried.”
She had contacted the foster intermediary twice.
Both times she was told approaching Ethan could expose him.
Then the intermediary died unexpectedly.
Records vanished.
By the time Rebecca was able to search safely, Caleb had already been adopted under another name.
“I lost him.”
Her voice cracked.
“For twenty-two years.”
She found him eighteen months ago.
Caleb wanted to tell me.
Rebecca stopped him.
“He told you about me?”
“Everything.”
My chest tightened.
“So all of you knew who I was except me.”
Rebecca lowered her eyes.
“Yes.”
Anger burned through me.
“Did Caleb date me because of my mother?”
Rebecca looked directly at me.
“At first, he approached you because he wanted answers.”
The truth hurt even though I had expected it.
“He used me.”
“For approximately three weeks.”
I laughed bitterly.
“How reassuring.”
“Grace, after that, he tried to leave you alone.”
“What?”
“He told me he had learned enough. Your grandfather had confirmed Emily was gone. Caleb said you deserved to live without our past.”
I remembered Caleb suddenly becoming distant early in our relationship.
Then returning two days later with flowers and an apology.
Rebecca smiled sadly.
“He lasted forty-eight hours.”
Despite myself, my chest tightened.
“He fell in love with you.”
“Convenient.”
“He hated himself for it.”
“Even more convenient.”
“I don’t expect you to forgive him.”
Good.
Because I didn’t know whether I could.
Rebecca looked at Nora.
“But I watched my own son spend his life believing abandonment meant he was unwanted. I won’t let his daughter grow up believing the same thing if I can prevent it.”
That landed somewhere painful.
“Then where is he?”
Rebecca hesitated.
“Trying to finish what your mother started.”
She explained that Caleb discovered Victor had transferred millions from the Mercer trust through shell companies.
The money trail connected to a security company.
That same company employed the man who paid the mechanic after my parents’ crash.
Caleb wanted proof strong enough that Victor couldn’t simply bury the story again.
“He should have gone to authorities.”
“He tried.”
“What happened?”
“One investigator he contacted informed Victor within twelve hours.”
Grandpa’s jaw tightened.
“Exactly like before.”
“So Caleb ran.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“He redirected them.”
“Toward himself.”
“Yes.”
“And away from me.”
“Yes.”
I hated that part of me understood.
I hated even more that understanding did not erase the nights I had cried myself to sleep.
“You said he approached me for answers. What answers?”
Rebecca glanced toward Grandpa.
“Caleb believes Emily hid something besides the recording.”
“What?”
“A ledger.”
The original financial ledger showing Victor’s first illegal transfers.
My mother had supposedly taken it the night Rebecca came into the diner.
Grandpa frowned.
“She never told me about a ledger.”
“She didn’t trust anyone with its location.”
“Not even you?”
“No.”
Rebecca turned toward me.
“But she may have told Grace.”
I actually laughed.
“I was four.”
“Children remember strange things.”
Not me.
I remembered Mom’s perfume.
Her laugh.
A yellow raincoat.
A song she sang while driving.
Nothing about financial evidence.
Rebecca asked me to think.
“Did your mother ever give you a strange instruction? A game? A hiding place?”
I shook my head.
Then Nora began crying.
I lifted her from the carrier.
Automatically I hummed the song my mother used to sing.
Rebecca froze.
“What is that?”
“What?”
“That melody.”
“A song Mom sang.”
Grandpa looked confused.
“I don’t recognize it.”
“She sang it when we drove.”
Rebecca stepped closer.
“What words?”
I hesitated.
It was barely a song.
More like a rhyme.
“Blue sky, brown earth, little bird knows what home is worth…”
Rebecca’s face changed.
“Again.”
I repeated it.
She whispered the final line before I could.
“Find the place where two colors meet.”
My skin prickled.
“How do you know that?”
“Because Emily made it up the night she hid Ethan.”
I stared at Nora.
Blue eye.
Brown eye.
Two colors.
Rebecca rushed toward the metal box and searched the contents.
She pulled out an old photograph of my childhood home.
Not Grandpa’s house.
The house where my parents lived before they died.
Grandpa had sold it afterward.
Rebecca pointed toward the photograph.
There was a small wooden birdhouse attached to the backyard fence.
“Little bird.”
Grandpa stood.
“The birdhouse.”
The original house still existed.
Only fifteen minutes away.
We drove there before sunset.
The current owners were confused but kind when Grandpa explained we once lived there and wanted to recover a childhood item possibly hidden on the property.
The birdhouse was gone.
My heart sank.
Then the homeowner said:
“There was an old wooden one in the garage when we bought the place. We never threw it away.”
He returned carrying a faded birdhouse.
Blue roof.
Brown base.
Two colors meeting along a wooden seam.
My hands trembled.
Grandpa found a screwdriver.
We removed the bottom panel.
Inside was a sealed plastic packet.
After twenty-three years, it was still dry.
A ledger.
A small key.
And a Polaroid.
The photograph showed my mother standing beside Rebecca.
Between them was little Ethan.
Caleb.
On the back, Mom had written:
One day our children deserve the truth.
I started crying before I realized it.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I answered.
Silence.
“Hello?”
Then Caleb’s voice.
“Grace?”
My knees nearly gave out.
“Where are you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t get to start with that.”
“I know.”
“We found the ledger.”
Silence.
Then:
“You what?”
“And your mother is standing beside me.”
Another long silence.
Caleb whispered:
“My mother?”
Rebecca took the phone.
“Ethan.”
A sound came through the speaker.
Not a word.
A broken breath.
Rebecca began crying.
“My baby.”
Then Caleb said something none of us expected.
“Mom, you have to leave. Right now.”
“Why?”
“They followed you.”
At that exact moment, tires screamed outside.
May you like
And the front window shattered.
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