Chapter 2 - The Weight of the Ledger
I threw myself in front of the guards.
"Touch him and I will kill you!" I roared.
The taller guard shoved me hard against the wall.
My shoulder slammed into the wet brick.
Pain shot through my arm.
"Marcus, don't!" Ethan cried out.
The second guard grabbed Ethan’s scarred arm.
They dragged Ethan toward the black SUV.
Noah screamed in sheer terror.
"Daddy! Don't let them take my daddy!"
The little boy beat his fists against the guard's legs.
The guard carelessly pushed Noah onto the wet pavement.
The boy’s knees scraped against the gravel.
Blood mixed with the muddy rainwater.
Seeing my nephew hit the ground broke something inside me.
I charged forward with everything I had.
I tackled the taller guard to the ground.
We slammed onto the wet asphalt together.
I punched him across the jaw.
The second guard drew a heavy metal baton.
He struck me hard across my back.
The agony sent me to my knees.
My vision flashed white.
They forced Ethan into the back of the SUV.
The heavy door slammed shut with a sickening thud.
The SUV sped out of the dark alleyway.
Its tires splashed dirty water all over me.
I lay on the cold ground, gasping for air.
Noah crawled toward me, sobbing hysterically.
I wrapped my sore arm around the frightened boy.
"I've got you," I whispered weakly.
"I won't let them hurt you."
Sarah stood above us under her umbrella.
She looked down at me with cold pity.
"You brought this on yourself, Marcus," she said.
"He is mentally unfit to live in society."
"He belongs in a secure medical facility."
"You bribed a clinic to keep him locked away!" I shouted.
"I saved our livelihood!" Sarah snapped back.
"He had a court order against him!"
"What court order?" I demanded.
"The one signed six years ago," my mother added.
"He signed over his rights, Marcus."
"Because you lied to him!" I yelled.
My mother adjusted her coat calmly.
"You always were too soft, Marcus."
"Your father was the same way."
"That is why this family almost failed."
They turned their backs on us.
They walked inside the warm restaurant.
They left me bleeding in the rain with a sobbing child.
I lifted Noah into my arms gently.
His small body shook with cold fear.
"Where is your mother, Noah?" I asked.
"She died when I was little," Noah sobbed.
"It was just me and daddy."
I carried Noah to my truck parked nearby.
I sat him in the passenger seat.
I turned the heater on high.
I grabbed a clean blanket from the back.
I wrapped it around his shivering shoulders.
"We are going to get your dad back," I promised.
"I promise you, Noah."
I drove straight to the central police station.
Rain lashed against my windshield all the way.
I walked inside carrying Noah on my hip.
Officer Hayes sat behind the front desk.
He was an old friend of my father's.
"Marcus? What happened to your face?" Hayes asked.
"My wife just kidnapped my brother," I said clearly.
Hayes frowned in dark confusion.
"Marcus, your brother Ethan died six years ago."
"I was at his memorial service."
"He didn't die, Hayes!" I shouted.
"Sarah faked his death certificate!"
"She had two men drag him into an SUV ten minutes ago!"
Hayes leaned back in his leather chair.
He picked up a white file folder.
He laid it on the high counter between us.
"Marcus, Sarah called me twenty minutes ago," Hayes said.
"She said Ethan showed up at your dinner."
"She said he was aggressive and unstable."
"She presented legal guardianship documents."
"She has state authorization to transport him to St. Jude’s."
"St. Jude’s is a private asylum!" I yelled.
"They keep people locked away for cash!"
"The paperwork is signed by a judge, Marcus," Hayes said softly.
"There is nothing I can do legally."
"She forged the original property transfer!" I insisted.
"Do you have proof?" Hayes asked.
"I have the envelope Ethan gave me!"
I reached into my wet coat pocket.
The yellow envelope was completely empty.
The paper inside had been snatched when I was hit.
The guard must have taken it during the fight.
My heart sank into a dark pit.
"I don't have it," I whispered.
Hayes shook his head with deep sympathy.
"Marcus, go home and get some rest."
"You are bruised, bleeding, and agitated."
"Sarah is looking out for your family’s safety."
"She is lying to everyone!" I roared.
"Marcus, step back," Hayes warned firmly.
"Don't make me put you in a cell tonight."
I looked at Noah sitting on the wooden bench.
His large blue eyes were filled with tears.
If I got arrested, Sarah would take Noah.
I had to stay free to save Ethan.
"I'm leaving," I said quietly.
I picked up Noah and walked out.
We drove to my auto repair shop.
The sign above the garage read: MILLER AUTO REPAIR.
My father built this shop forty years ago.
I unlocked the side door with my brass key.
The smell of motor oil and iron filled the air.
This place was my entire life.
I walked into my private office in the back.
I opened the heavy metal floor safe.
Inside were all the financial records from six years ago.
I pulled out the ledger for the year Ethan disappeared.
I flipped through the crisp yellowed pages.
Every month had regular expense payments listed.
Then I saw a recurring monthly payment of three thousand dollars.
It was paid to a company called Crestview Care Services.
The checks were drawn directly from my shop's account.
My own signature was signed at the bottom of every check.
It was a masterclass forgery of my handwriting.
Sarah had been stealing from our business for six years.
She paid over two hundred thousand dollars to keep Ethan hidden.
I heard a car door slam outside the garage.
Footsteps echoed across the concrete floor.
I grabbed a steel tire iron from my desk.
I placed Noah behind my wooden chair.
"Stay here, buddy," I whispered.
I stepped out into the dark garage bay.
The headlights of a sleek silver sedan lit up the room.
Sarah stepped out of the vehicle alone.
She was holding a dark leather folder.
"I knew I would find you here," Sarah said softly.
"Get out of my shop," I warned.
"It isn't your shop anymore, Marcus," Sarah said.
She opened the dark leather folder.
She tossed a printed document onto my workbench.
"What is this?" I asked.
"That is a temporary restraining order," Sarah replied.
"I filed it two hours ago with Judge Vance."
"You are legally barred from this property."
"You are also barred from contacting our daughters."
I felt like I had been struck by lightning.
"You are keeping me from my daughters?" I gasped.
"You are mentally unstable, Marcus," Sarah said coldly.
"You assaulted a security guard in public."
"You brought a strange child into our lives."
"You are obsessing over a dead brother."
"He is NOT dead!" I screamed.
"I held his hand in the alley!"
"Nobody will believe you," Sarah said quietly.
"The death certificate is state-certified."
"The ashes in the family plot are real animal remains."
"To the whole world, you are suffering a psychotic break."
"Why?" I choked out, tears burning my eyes.
"Why would you do this to me?"
"Because you were going to ruin us!" Sarah snapped.
"Ethan found out about your father’s real will!"
I froze instantly.
"What real will?" I asked.
Sarah smiled a cruel, terrible smile.
"Your father didn't leave this shop to both of you."
"He left it entirely to Ethan."
"He knew you were too gentle to run a business."
"He gave Ethan one hundred percent of the land."
"If Ethan took control, he was going to sell it."
"He wanted to move away and open a farm."
"I built this business with my own hands!" Sarah shouted.
"I wasn't going to let him sell our land!"
"So you buried him alive?" I whispered in horror.
"I paid for his food and housing!" Sarah yelled.
"I kept him alive in comfort!"
"He had a son, Sarah!" I screamed.
"He lived in fear and pain for six years!"
"And now you are going to give that boy to the state," Sarah said.
She pointed toward my office door.
"Child Protective Services is on their way right now."
"They are coming to collect Noah."
"You have no legal right to that child."
"If you hide him, you go to state prison."
Two police cruisers pulled into the driveway.
Their red and blue lights flashed through the windows.
Officer Hayes stepped out of the lead cruiser.
Two social workers followed right behind him.
Sarah looked at me with cold victory in her eyes.
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"It's over, Marcus," Sarah whispered.
"You lost everything."
