Chapter 6: The Target Was Never Me
The first thing I said after Detective Reed told me the drink wasn’t meant for me was nothing.
I couldn’t.
My brain refused to process the words.
The coffee shop around me continued moving like nothing had happened. A woman laughed at another table. Someone opened the front door, letting in a rush of cold air. A barista called out a drink order.
But I felt frozen.
“Detective,” I finally whispered.
“What do you mean it wasn’t meant for me?””
Marcus Reed was quiet for a moment.
Then he answered carefully.
“We believe Lauren and Michael intended for someone else to be exposed to the chemical.””
My fingers tightened around my phone.
“Who?””
Another pause.
“Your father.””
The word hit harder than I expected.
“My dad?””
“Yes.””
I stood up so quickly the chair scraped against the floor.
“Why?””
Detective Reed didn’t answer immediately.
That scared me more than anything.
“Claire, I need you to understand that we’re still investigating. We have evidence, but we don’t have the entire picture.””
“What evidence?””
“We recovered messages between Lauren and Michael.””
I walked outside because suddenly the walls felt too close.
Cars moved along the street. People walked past me carrying shopping bags, talking about ordinary things.
My life no longer felt ordinary.
“What did the messages say?””
Detective Reed exhaled.
“Michael wrote that your father was becoming a problem.””
I closed my eyes.
“A problem?””
“Yes.””
“Because of the wedding toast?””
“No.””
I waited.
“Because of the inheritance.””
The word landed like a stone.
I stared at the sidewalk.
“What inheritance?””
“Your father recently changed his will.””
I felt sick.
Nobody had told me.
Not my father.
Not Lauren.
“Changed it how?””
Detective Reed lowered his voice.
“Your father removed Lauren as the primary beneficiary of one of his accounts.””
I couldn’t breathe.
“Why?””
“According to the documents, because he believed she was financially irresponsible.””
That sounded exactly like my father.
He loved Lauren.
But he wasn’t blind.
He had spent years trying to protect her from the consequences of her own choices.
“She knew?””
“We believe so.””
I thought about Lauren’s face during Dad’s toast.
The anger.
The jealousy.
The way she looked at me.
It suddenly made sense.
But it also didn’t.
Because nothing could explain what she had done.
“She wanted to hurt him,” I whispered.
Detective Reed corrected me.
“She wanted to scare him.””
“What?””
“Our current theory is that the chemical was intended as a threat.””
I felt a chill.
“They wanted him to think someone was targeting him?””
“Yes.””
“But why?””
“To pressure him into changing the will back.””
I covered my mouth.
My sister had turned my father’s love into a weapon.
And I had been the accident.
Or at least, I had been the mistake.
“She grabbed the wrong glass,” Detective Reed said.
I stared ahead.
“Because she was angry.””
“Yes.””
That was somehow worse.
She hadn’t carefully planned to hurt me.
She had simply been careless enough to hurt me while trying to hurt someone else.
My phone buzzed.
A message from my mother.
Your father wants to talk to you.
I didn’t know if I was ready.
But I went home.
Dad was sitting at the kitchen table when I arrived.
He looked exhausted.
Older.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I stopped.
“For what?””
“For not seeing what was happening.””
I sat across from him.
“Dad, you couldn’t know.””
His eyes filled with regret.
“I knew Lauren was angry.””
“About the will?””
He looked away.
“So you did know.””
He nodded slowly.
“She confronted me two weeks before the wedding.””
“What did she say?””
He rubbed his forehead.
“She said I was choosing you over her.””
My heart sank.
“What did you say?””
“The truth.””
“What truth?””
“That I loved both my daughters. But love doesn’t mean ignoring bad decisions.””
Silence filled the kitchen.
Then Dad reached for a folder on the table.
“I should have shown you this sooner.””
Inside were copies of emails.
From Lauren.
Demanding money.
Threatening to cut him off.
Accusing him of betrayal.
“She was desperate,” Dad whispered.
I read the final message.
It was sent three days before the wedding.
If you embarrass me at my wedding, you’ll regret it.
I looked up.
“She threatened you.””
Dad nodded.
“But I never imagined this.””
Neither did I.
That evening, Detective Reed called again.
“We made an arrest.””
My heart stopped.
“Lauren?””
“No.””
I waited.
“Michael.””
I sat down.
“What?””
“We found evidence linking him directly to purchasing the chemical.””
I felt numb.
“And Lauren?””
“Still under investigation.””
After the call ended, I stared at my phone.
For years, I had thought Lauren was the dangerous one.
The cruel one.
The one who couldn’t stand seeing anyone else succeed.
But maybe I had missed something.
Maybe someone had been feeding her anger.
Someone had been turning jealousy into something darker.
The next morning, I woke up to a voicemail.
From Lauren.
Her voice sounded different.
Not angry.
Not confident.
Afraid.
“Claire…”
A pause.
“I need you to listen to me.””
I held my breath.
“I know what you think happened.””
Another pause.
“But you’re wrong.””
I almost deleted it.
Then she said:
“Michael lied to me.””
I froze.
“He told me the glass was harmless.””
The voicemail ended.
And for the first time since the wedding…
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I wondered if my sister had been the villain.
Or if she had been another person trapped in someone else’s plan.
