Chapter 6: Five Minutes With Carla
She looked smaller than I remembered.
Carla had always carried herself like Margaret — straight-backed, certain.
The woman who walked into Irene's hospital room had her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the floor, and she looked like someone who had spent the night discovering exactly how much her certainty was worth.
She stopped a few feet from the bed.
"Irene." Her voice cracked on the single word.
"I'm sorry."
Irene said nothing.
Carla looked at me.
"Austin—"
"You have five minutes," I said.
"Use them carefully."
She nodded.
Her eyes went back to Irene.
"I didn't know it had been going on that long.
I swear to you.
Mom told me last week that Irene had been hiding money.
That she'd found transfers out of your account that Irene had been making without telling you." Her voice was unsteady.
"She said Irene was planning to leave you after the baby was born and take everything she could carry."
"And you believed her," Irene said.
"She's my mother."
"She's been lying to you your whole life," I said.
"The same way she lied to Dad."
Carla flinched.
"What?"
"She did this before.
To Dad.
He found it, confronted her, and chose to stay quiet." I watched her face.
"He didn't leave her anything when he died, Carla.
Did you ever wonder why?"
Her mouth opened.
Closed.
"I thought he just — I thought it was because he wanted to protect the business.
Keep it in your hands instead of splitting it." She shook her head slowly.
"She told me that.
She said Dad trusted you more with the business side and that's why he structured it the way he did.
She said she was fine with it."
"She was not fine with it."
The room was quiet for a moment.
"The document," Carla said.
"The trust agreement.
She told me it was something you and she had already discussed.
That it was just a formality.
That you'd agreed to restructure things now that there was a baby coming." She pressed her fingers to her mouth briefly.
"She said you'd signed it."
"I never saw that document."
Carla sat down in the chair by the wall.
Not because she was invited to — her legs just seemed to stop working.
"She used my name," she said.
"On the trust.
I'm listed as secondary trustee."
"I know."
"I didn't agree to that.
I didn't know." She looked up.
"Austin, I didn't know my name was on it.
I only found out when the police showed me the document last night during processing." Her voice dropped.
"They think I helped plan it."
"Did you?"
"No." The word came out hard and immediate.
"I came over last night because Mom called me and said Irene was refusing to cooperate with a legal process and she needed help.
I thought — I don't know what I thought.
I brought the hammer because she said the safe had jammed and she needed to get a document out before your flight landed." She looked at her hands.
"I know how that sounds."
"It sounds like exactly what it is," Irene said.
"She used you."
Carla looked at her.
"Why are you being kind to me right now?"
"I'm not being kind.
I'm being accurate." Irene's voice was steady.
"Your mother has been managing both of us.
The difference is I figured it out."
Carla was quiet for a long moment.
"What happens now?" she asked.
"That depends on what you do next," I said.
"The DA is going to want statements.
If you cooperate fully — everything you know, everything she told you, every conversation — that matters.
If you protect her, you go down with her."
"I'm not protecting her." The steadiness in her voice surprised me.
"Not anymore."
She stood up.
Looked at Irene one more time.
"Is the baby okay?"
"Yes," Irene said.
Carla nodded.
She walked to the door, then stopped with her hand on the frame.
"She told me once that the reason Dad changed his will was because Irene had poisoned him against the family." Her back was still to us.
"I believed that too."
She left without waiting for a response.
I looked at Irene.
"Do you believe her?" Irene asked.
"About not knowing her name was on the document?
Yes." I thought about Carla's face when the police had walked her out — that younger, hollowed-out look.
"About the rest of it, I'm not sure yet."
My phone lit up on the bedside table.
A message from David: *Margaret's attorney just filed for emergency bail.
Hearing is at 2 p.m.
They're arguing she's not a flight risk.
You should know — she's already talking to the press.*
I read it twice.
"She's giving interviews," I said.
Irene's jaw tightened.
"About what?"
I showed her the second message David had just sent — a screenshot of a social media post from a local news account, already getting shares.
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*Prominent Paradise Valley grandmother speaks out: "My son's wife turned him against his family.
I was only trying to protect what my son built."*
