Not frightened.
Just deeply tired.
“What?” I asked.
He sat down.
“Vanessa called him yesterday too.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did she ask?”
“Whether a beneficiary could access estate property before probate if there was an emergency.”
I stared at him.
“She told your attorney you were dead?”
“No.”
Dad looked toward the window.
“She said I was unreachable and there might be a medical situation.”
“Why didn’t he call you?”
“He did.”
Dad pulled his cell phone from his robe pocket.
There was no missed call.
That was when I remembered something.
The previous afternoon, Dad’s phone had stopped receiving calls for almost two hours.
He had complained about the service.
We restarted it.
Then it worked again.
At the time, neither of us thought anything of it.
Now Dad did.
He called his carrier.
The conversation took twenty-three minutes.
When it ended, his expression was unreadable.
“What happened?”
“Someone tried to move my number to another device yesterday.”
My skin prickled.
“Can Vanessa do that?”
“She’s listed as an authorized contact on one old family account.”
Dad stared down at the phone.
“I forgot she was still on it.”
The request had failed because of an additional verification step.
But it explained the temporary service interruption.
And suddenly the fake death call felt different.
It was no longer just cruelty.
Someone had been checking the funeral contract.
Someone had contacted Dad’s attorney.
Someone had tried to interfere with his phone.
And Vanessa had called me before sunrise to tell me he was dead while she and Grant were driving toward his house.
Dad stood.
“Get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“My house.”
I looked at him.
“You really think they’ll go in?”
“They told us they were going through my office.”
“They also know you’re alive now.”
Dad picked up his keys from the counter.
“People who already made one bad decision tend to make another when they panic.”
He was right.
By the time we reached his neighborhood, Vanessa’s SUV was parked beside the curb.
Grant’s truck sat behind it.
Dad told me to keep driving.
