Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

My heart pounded.

"What?"

He spoke through the door.

"A letter."

I couldn't breathe.

"Where?"

"With me."

I gripped my phone.

Then he said something that made my blood run cold.

"It's about Trevor."

For several seconds, I couldn't speak.

My son.

The child who had struck me.

The child Malcolm had manipulated.

The child Henry loved fiercely despite all his faults.

I stared at the door.

"What about Trevor?"

Daniel was silent.

Then he whispered:

"Henry knew Trevor wasn't going to inherit Cedarline."

My stomach tightened.

"Of course he wasn't. He left the company to me."

Daniel laughed softly.

"No, Gloria."

A pause.

"He left it to someone else."

I stared at the door.

"What?"

Daniel continued:

"Someone you never knew existed."

My hands shook.

Before I could respond, headlights appeared outside.

A police vehicle.

Then another.

Daniel turned.

For the first time, his expression changed.

He looked frightened.