Chapter 10 - THE LAST TIME I TRUSTED HIM
Trust was the weapon Nathan had used against me from the beginning.
He asked for it when he hid accounts.
He demanded it when he came home smelling like Celeste's perfume.
He punished me whenever I asked questions that threatened the version of himself he preferred.
Now he wanted trust one last time.
I tore the note in half.
Then I kept both pieces.
The black vehicle reached a service road before federal units blocked the runway.
Owen abandoned it near a fuel depot.
Security footage showed him forcing Nathan into an underground maintenance tunnel.
Whether Nathan had joined him willingly or changed his mind no longer mattered.
He was gone.
Talia had been shot through the side.
Doctors stabilized her at the airfield clinic before transferring her under guard.
My father remained beside her until she woke.
I watched him hold her hand the way he had held mine in the hospital.
For the first time, I saw what his life of secrets had cost the people who remained loyal.
"Owen was there when your mother designed the Burn Protocol," Elias said.
"He knew the command phrase would trigger an emergency blackout in any Vale facility."
Nathan had not invented the phrase.
Celeste must have taught it to him.
That meant she expected Owen to bring Nathan through a protected site.
The abduction was part of her plan.
"She needs something only Nathan knows," I said.
"The location of the account key," Talia whispered from the bed.
"Owen was not lying about that."
Nathan once told me he memorized every emergency access phrase because he trusted no written record.
At the time, I thought it was arrogance.
Now it made him the final living key to hundreds of millions Meridian had hidden after August Monroe's fall.
If Celeste recovered the money, she could rebuild the network even without the Vale Archive.
Agent Keller traced Owen's vehicle route toward the old customs railway.
A traffic camera captured Nathan looking directly into the lens.
His fingers rested against the window in a pattern.
Three taps.
Pause.
Two taps.
Pause.
One tap.
Our wedding date reversed.
He had used the same rhythm years earlier when we were separated during a fire alarm at a hotel.
It meant FOLLOW.
I hated that I understood him.
I hated more that part of him had known I would.
The route led to a private psychiatric facility outside the city.
Rosemere House had closed to the public eight years earlier but continued receiving payments through Owen's trusts.
The same payments Nathan linked to my mother.
Keller assembled a search team.
My father was barred from joining because he had become a subject in the Blue Route investigation.
He accepted the restriction without protest.
"Bring her home," he told me.
It was the first order he had ever given me that felt like a plea.
Rosemere stood behind iron gates and dead gardens.
Its windows were covered from inside.
No employees answered the entrance.
Federal agents breached at dawn.
The building smelled of dust, antiseptic, and abandonment.
Rooms contained empty beds with leather restraints.
Medication records had been burned in metal bins.
One corridor showed signs of recent use.
Fresh food.
Clean sheets.
A vase of white lilies.
My mother's favorite flowers.
At the end of the hall, we found a locked room.
Inside sat a woman with silver threaded through dark hair.
She wore a plain gray dress.
A scar crossed her left temple.
She looked toward the door.
My entire body forgot how to breathe.
"Mom?"
Her eyes filled with tears.
She stood slowly.
Then stopped three feet away from me.
"Serena?"
I had imagined this impossible moment a thousand different ways after seeing the warehouse video.
I thought I would run to her.
I thought anger would disappear.
I thought love would erase twelve years of lies.
Instead, I could not move.
"You let me bury you."
Her face broke.
"I tried to come back."
"For twelve years?"
"Owen found me after the warehouse."
Gabriel had been killed during the raid.
Mara escaped through a drainage tunnel but suffered a head injury.
Owen reached her before Elias did.
He told her my father believed she had betrayed him.
He told her Meridian would kill me if she returned.
Then he confined her at Rosemere under the pretense of protection.
Over time, medication weakened her memory and body.
She had escaped twice.
Both times, Owen brought her back.
"Why did Nathan know?" I asked.
My mother looked toward the mirror on the wall.
"He came here."
The room went cold.
"When?"
"Six months ago."
Nathan had stood in this room after pushing me down the stairs.
He had spoken to the mother I believed was dead.
"What did he want?"
"The account phrase."
Mara refused.
Nathan threatened to expose her location to Elias's enemies.
Then Celeste entered and told him to leave.
My mother reached for my hand.
"Nathan was afraid of her."
"He was never too afraid to hurt me."
"No," she said.
"He chose where to place his fear."
An alarm sounded downstairs.
Keller's voice came through the radio.
"Vehicle approaching the east gate."
I looked through the window.
A black car stopped outside Rosemere.
Nathan stepped out alone.
Blood covered one side of his shirt.
He raised both hands.
Then collapsed on the driveway.
Taped to his chest was a message from Celeste.
THANK YOU FOR FINDING MARA.
The walls around us shook.
Explosives had been planted beneath Rosemere House.
My mother touched Nathan's face only once before the evacuation.
Not with tenderness.
With recognition.
"You are the man Owen promised would protect my daughter," she said.
Nathan looked ashamed.
Mara withdrew her hand.
"That promise did not make you responsible for saving her."
"It made you responsible for not becoming another danger."
Nathan had no answer.
Neither did I.
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