Chapter 4 - The Brother I Almost LostAlex arrived with rain on his jacket and the expression he'd worn on the day we buried our mother: steady because he couldn't afford to fall apart.

"Em," he said, stopping at the hospital doorway. "Can I hug you?"

I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me without touching the bruised parts I hadn't yet shown anyone. When I felt him tremble, I understood how close he thought he'd come to losing me.

"I should've come sooner."

"I kept telling you everything was fine."

"You kept surviving," he replied. "That's not the same thing."

Alex had served in the Marines, but he didn't arrive waving a weapon or promising revenge. He brought my glasses, a charger, and the knitted baby blanket our mother had started before she died. It smelled faintly of cedar from his linen closet.

The doctor reported that our daughter's heartbeat was reassuring, though my blood pressure was elevated and I needed observation. She asked whether I felt safe returning home.

"No," I said, before fear could rewrite the answer.

Alex squeezed my hand. "You can come with me. We can make a plan."

A social worker named Dana Price joined us. She explained safety planning, confidential shelter options, and how to preserve threatening messages. She spoke to me rather than over me. That simple courtesy made my eyes sting.

"There's something else," I told them. "Trent made me sign papers last month."

"What papers?" Alex asked.

"A loan. I thought it was for repairs on the house. He covered most of the pages and said I was holding up the family business."

Dana leaned forward. "Do you have copies?"

"They were in a blue folder in his office."

Alex's jaw tightened. "Our mom's inheritance?"

I had inherited a small commercial building when she died. Trent called it an old headache and offered to manage it. I hadn't seen a rent statement in almost a year.

"He said the building was losing money," I whispered.

Alex showed me an email he'd received that morning from an accountant we both knew. A subject line glowed on his screen: URGENT — OWNERSHIP DISPUTE REGARDING MAPLE STREET PROPERTY.

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Emily's signature appears on a transfer deed dated three weeks after she was hospitalized.