Chapter 18 - Three Taps at the Door
Six months after the night of the hidden camera, Gabriel woke at 2:17 a.m.
His eyes opened automatically.
For several seconds he did not know why.
Then he saw the clock.
2:17.
The time had become part of him.
He sat up.
The house was quiet.
No alarms.
No security messages.
No footsteps.
Beside him, the other half of the bed was empty.
Gabriel frowned.
Evelyn had not officially moved into his room.
Some nights she stayed in the guest wing.
Some nights they talked until morning.
Their relationship was intentionally slow.
Neither wanted Leo to experience another sudden change.
Gabriel put on a shirt and stepped into the hallway.
A faint light came from Leo’s room.
He walked closer.
The door was partly open.
Inside, Evelyn sat beside the bed.
Leo was awake.
He had experienced a nightmare.
Gabriel stayed in the doorway.
Evelyn tapped the mattress.
Tap-tap.
Pause.
Tap.
Leo answered.
Then noticed Gabriel.
“Dad.”
Gabriel entered.
“Bad dream?”
Leo nodded.
“About Mom?”
Another nod.
Gabriel sat on the other side.
For months, Leo had been working with a trauma specialist.
He could now speak about pieces of the night Sophia died.
Not everything.
Nobody asked for everything.
Tonight he whispered, “She said hide.”
Gabriel’s chest tightened.
“I know.”
“I didn’t come out.”
“You did exactly what she told you.”
“She fell.”
Gabriel looked down.
“Yes.”
“I heard.”
Evelyn reached across and took Leo’s hand.
Gabriel said, “You never have to tell us anything you don’t want to.”
Leo looked at him.
“Victor gone?”
“Yes.”
“Forever?”
Gabriel considered the word.
Victor was awaiting trial under strict federal custody.
The legal process could take years.
But Victor would never return to this house.
“He can’t come here.”
Leo relaxed.
Then he asked something Gabriel had not expected.
“Mom mad at me?”
Gabriel felt his heart break.
“No.”
Leo looked uncertain.
“Why?”
“Because you survived.”
Gabriel’s voice shook.
“Your mom wanted you safe more than anything in the world.”
Evelyn nodded.
“She would be proud of you.”
Leo looked toward the music box.
It had returned to his shelf.
Gabriel had wanted to destroy it at first.
Too many memories.
But Leo asked to keep it.
They repaired the mechanism.
The hidden compartment remained empty.
No more secrets.
Leo whispered, “Play?”
Gabriel wound it.
The melody began.
Soft.
Familiar.
He remembered Sophia humming.
For once, the memory hurt without destroying him.
That was new.
After Leo fell asleep, Gabriel and Evelyn walked into the hallway.
“You okay?” she asked.
“No.”
She nodded.
“Better than pretending.”
“Yes.”
They walked downstairs.
Gabriel poured water.
Not whiskey.
The crystal decanter had disappeared from his desk months earlier.
He no longer needed the ritual of sitting alone in darkness.
Evelyn leaned against the counter.
“Trial starts next month.”
“I know.”
“Nervous?”
“About Leo testifying?”
“He doesn’t have to.”
“I know.”
Therapists and prosecutors agreed they could proceed without putting Leo through open court.
Recorded forensic interviews provided enough corroboration.
Gabriel had insisted.
Leo was not evidence to be used.
He was a child.
Evelyn watched him.
“What are you thinking?”
“That Sophia would have handled all of this better.”
“No.”
Gabriel looked at her.
“She would have handled it differently.”
“Better.”
“Gabriel.”
“What?”
“You idealize dead people because they can’t interrupt you.”
He stared.
“That may be the cruelest accurate thing you’ve ever said.”
“I have range.”
Gabriel smiled.
Then the doorbell sounded.
At 2:38 a.m.
Both of them froze.
The estate was secure.
Visitors could not reach the main door without clearance.
Gabriel checked his phone.
No exterior alert.
Again.
The doorbell.
Evelyn’s face tightened.
Old fear returned instantly.
Gabriel checked the camera.
A man stood outside.
Thomas Reed.
Holding a box.
Gabriel exhaled.
He opened the door.
Thomas entered, apologetic.
“I know it’s late.”
“Why are you here?”
“I found something.”
Gabriel glanced at the box.
“Daniel’s?”
Thomas nodded.
“I’m moving out of my old house. Found it behind a cabinet.”
They went into the study.
Inside the box were Daniel’s personal possessions.
Work badges.
Photographs.
A pocketknife.
Receipts.
Then a sealed envelope.
For Gabriel Marino.
Gabriel looked at Thomas.
“You never saw this?”
“No.”
He opened it.
Daniel’s handwriting.
Mr. Marino,
If you ever read this, then either I was wrong about everything or I didn’t get the chance to explain.
Gabriel swallowed.
I know you don’t like me much. That’s fine. I don’t like you much either.
Gabriel laughed unexpectedly.
Evelyn started crying.
That sounded exactly like Daniel.
The letter continued.
But Sophia loves you, and your boy loves you. So listen for once. Security is not the same as safety. Cameras cannot make a child feel protected. Locks cannot make a wife feel heard. Men with guns cannot replace being present.
Gabriel stopped.
Daniel had understood him better than people who had known him for years.
If we fix this, buy me dinner and admit my camera layout was better than yours.
Gabriel laughed through tears.
If we don’t fix it, take care of Evelyn. She acts tougher than she is. And don’t let her spend the rest of her life trying to finish my mistakes.
Evelyn wiped her face.
“Idiot.”
The final paragraph was shorter.
Most important: take care of Leo. I saw the way Sophia looked at him. That kid is the center of the whole house. You just haven’t figured it out yet.
Gabriel folded the letter.
Nobody spoke for a while.
Thomas eventually left.
Gabriel and Evelyn remained.
At 3:21 a.m., Gabriel walked outside onto the terrace.
Chicago’s distant glow sat beneath the night sky.
Evelyn joined him.
“You okay?”
He nodded.
Then shook his head.
Then laughed at himself.
“Working on it.”
She rested her head against his shoulder.
After a while Gabriel said, “Daniel was right.”
“About?”
“His camera layout.”
Evelyn laughed.
“I wish he could hear that.”
Gabriel looked toward the house.
“Maybe some things don’t need to be heard to matter.”
From upstairs came three faint taps against a wall.
Leo.
Awake again.
Gabriel and Evelyn looked at each other.
Together they tapped the terrace door.
Tap-tap.
Pause.
Tap.
A moment later came the answering rhythm.
Gabriel smiled.
For months that sound had represented danger.
Then survival.
Now it meant something else.
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