Chapter 3 - My Father’s Last File
I did not touch the envelope with my bare hands.
Six hours earlier, that would have felt ridiculous.
Now it felt necessary.
I photographed everything exactly where I found it, then used kitchen tongs to place the envelope and Ethan’s ring inside separate plastic bags.
At 6:15 a.m., I called the only attorney I trusted.
My father’s attorney.
Samuel Price answered on the fourth ring.
“Lauren?”
“I need to ask you something about Dad.”
Silence.
Not sleepy confusion.
Silence.
That told me immediately that Samuel knew something.
“What did Thomas leave you?”
The question made my stomach tighten.
“I didn’t say he left me anything.”
Another pause.
“Come to my office.”
“Why?”
“Because this conversation shouldn’t happen over the phone.”
Twenty minutes later, Samuel called again.
His voice had changed.
“Don’t come here.”
“Samuel?”
“Someone entered my office.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What?”
“My file room was opened. Nothing obvious is missing.”
“Call the police.”
“I already did.”
“Then tell me what’s happening.”
Samuel exhaled.
“Your father came to me three days before he died.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“He believed Carrington was concealing adverse-event data involving one of its cardiac devices.”
I knew the device.
The CVX-4 vascular closure system.
It had made Carrington hundreds of millions.
“Dad consulted on that program.”
“Yes.”
“What did he find?”
“He believed the company knew a manufacturing defect could cause catastrophic bleeding in a small percentage of patients.”
My free hand went instinctively to my belly.
“How many?”
“He didn't know.”
“And Richard?”
“Thomas believed Richard Carrington knew.”
I closed my eyes.
“Why wasn’t this investigated?”
“Your father died before he could submit the complete documentation.”
“Did you have copies?”
“Some.”
“Had?”
“They disappeared after his death.”
My anger arrived slowly.
That was always the dangerous kind.
“Who knew you had them?”
“Thomas. Me.”
Samuel paused.
“And Ethan.”
I opened my eyes.
“Ethan?”
“You were engaged. Thomas trusted him.”
The betrayal expanded backward through time.
Ethan had stood beside me at my father’s funeral.
Held my hand.
Chosen the casket with me.
Sat on the bathroom floor while I cried so hard I vomited.
And he had known.
“How much did Ethan know?”
“I don't know.”
“That's not good enough.”
“Lauren, I genuinely don't know.”
I looked at the safety report on my laptop.
“Someone sent me one of Dad’s documents.”
Samuel inhaled sharply.
“Do not email it. Do not upload it anywhere. Make copies and keep them physically separate.”
“Why?”
“Because if it’s what I think it is, somebody has been protecting this secret for six years.”
I thought about Madison.
Her shattered ribs.
Her ruptured spleen.
The blood.
“What if someone stopped protecting it?”
Samuel understood immediately.
“You think Madison’s accident wasn’t an accident.”
“I don’t know.”
“Where is she?”
“ICU.”
“Can she talk?”
“Not yet.”
“Then keep her alive.”
I almost laughed at the absurdity.
“I already did.”
I ended the call.
Then my front door opened.
I spun around.
Ethan walked inside.
I had forgotten he still had a key.
His face was bruised.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
A dark purple mark spread beneath his left cheekbone.
His lower lip was split.
“What happened to you?”
“Two men introduced me to a parking garage wall.”
I stared at him.
“Richard’s men?”
“I don't know.”
“Convenient.”
He removed his coat.
“Lauren, please. We don't have much time.”
I placed my phone on the table, recording.
He noticed.
“Fine.”
“Start with Madison.”
Ethan sat across from me.
“The affair started eight months ago.”
Hearing it spoken aloud hurt more than I expected.
“How romantic.”
“It wasn't.”
“Don't insult me twice.”
His face tightened.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me.”
“Good.”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
“Try it. It'll be a new experience.”
He absorbed that.
Then continued.
“Madison discovered irregular payments while preparing due diligence for the acquisition. Northstar was one of dozens of shell vendors.”
“And you?”
“I had authorized some of the payments.”
My chest tightened.
“So you were stealing.”
“No. Richard told me they were confidential settlements.”
“And you believed him?”
“At first.”
“What changed?”
“Madison found payments going back years. Some were connected to patients who had complications involving the CVX-4.”
My father.
I said nothing.
Ethan looked at me.
“I found Thomas’s name in an archived legal memo.”
“Six years too late?”
“No.”
His voice cracked.
“I knew he had concerns before he died.”
There it was.
The truth I had feared.
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
“And you said nothing.”
“I knew he was fighting with Richard over safety data. I didn't know the full extent.”
“Did you tell Richard Dad was going to a lawyer?”
Ethan’s silence lasted half a second too long.
I stood.
“Lauren—”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
My hand flew across his face before I could stop myself.
The sound shocked both of us.
I stared at my palm.
Then at him.
Ethan didn't move.
“You told him.”
“I was twenty-nine. Richard was my mentor. I thought your father was overreacting.”
“My father died three days later.”
“I know.”
“You helped them.”
“I may have.”
His voice broke.
“And I have hated myself for six years.”
I wanted to scream.
Instead I whispered, “Get out.”
“I can prove what happened.”
“I don't care.”
“You will.”
He reached inside his coat.
I stepped backward.
He froze.
Then slowly removed a flash drive.
“Madison copied Carrington’s hidden settlement database.”
He placed it on the table.
“She called me last night because she had found something inside it.”
“What?”
“A payment made two days after your father died.”
My heartbeat became painfully loud.
“To whom?”
“I don't know. The account was coded.”
“Then why was Madison running?”
Ethan looked at me.
“Because Richard knew she had copied the files.”
Before I could answer, my phone rang.
The hospital.
Rachel’s voice came through.
“Lauren, Madison is awake.”
I grabbed my coat.
Then Rachel said, “There’s something else.”
“What?”
“She keeps asking for you.”
“Why?”
Rachel lowered her voice.
“She says Ethan didn't cause the crash.”
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I looked at my husband.
“And she says the person who did is already inside the hospital.”
