Then:
I made mistakes. I need to tell Arthur.
And:
If anything happens to me, the basement file must reach Arthur.
Three weeks before she died, Elena wrote:
Noah insists Phase Three must proceed. I will not authorize it. Arthur deserves the truth.
Beneath it was different handwriting.
Noah’s.
Phase Three begins upon physical removal. Ensure the dosage appears natural.
I could barely breathe.
Dosage.
Elena had died three weeks later after sudden dizziness and what doctors described as an unexpected medical event.
Then the basement door slammed.
Click.
The deadbolt locked from outside.
My phone showed almost no signal.
Then a message arrived.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LET NOAH HANDLE THE ESTATE.
Another followed.
NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS DIFFICULT.
I called Noah.
“You signed the journal.”
Silence.
Then he said the one thing that confirmed everything.
“You found the box.”
When I told him someone had locked me downstairs, his voice changed.
“Dad, if they know you found it, you’re in danger.”
“They?”
Before he could explain, I heard a woman speaking beside him.
The call ended.
