Chapter 11 - Trevor Knew More Than He Said
Trevor had spent months acting like he barely noticed any of us.
Headphones.
Gaming.
Sarcasm.
Fresh food while Lily got scraps.
I assumed he was selfish.
Police interviewed him at a coffee shop with Karen’s attorney present.
I was not allowed inside.
Dad was.
“What?”
Dad sat in the passenger seat.
“Trevor said his mother told him the house was compensation.”
“For what?”
“For marrying me.”
I stared.
Dad laughed without humor.
“She told her children she married an old man and deserved security.”
“Dad.”
“I’m fine.”
He was not.
“What did Trevor know about the deed?”
“He signed company papers.”
“Did he know what they were for?”
“He says no.”
“Do you believe him?”
Dad stared through the windshield.
Then he looked at me.
“He knew about Lily.”
My chest tightened.
“What?”
“He knew Karen treated her differently.”
“Did he help?”
“No.”
“I know.”
Trevor admitted Karen told him not to share groceries with Lily.
He admitted he heard Karen tell her she was “temporary.”
He admitted laughing once when Lily cried after spilling milk.
Dad’s voice broke.
“He said he thought it was just Karen being Karen.”
I stared at the dashboard.
That phrase.
I had used versions of it.
Dad had too.
Karen being Karen.
A convenient sentence that turned cruelty into personality.
Susan called.
The delivery man on the nanny cam was listed as its organizer.
Name: Calvin Ross.
And an address connected to three other suspicious property transfers involving older homeowners.
Dad whispered, “So this is what she does.”
Susan corrected him.
That afternoon, police arrested Calvin Ross.
He claimed Karen was not the mastermind.
Dad asked, “Then who is?”
Ross gave one name.
May you like
Patricia Wynn.
Karen’s sister.
