Chapter 7 - The Fallout at the Motel
Monday evening, against my better judgment, I decided to drive past the interstate budget motel where Daniel was supposedly staying. I didn't go out of pity; I went to verify that the perimeter was secure and that they hadn't attempted to return to my property while I was at work.
The motel was a dreary, U-shaped relic of the 1980s, with flickering neon signs and cracked asphalt parking lots. Parked right in front of Room 112 was Trevor’s beat-up sedan, loaded to the roof with bulging plastic trash bags and cardboard boxes.
As I idled my car near the edge of the parking lot, the door to Room 112 swung open, and Daniel stepped out.
He looked ten years older than he had a week ago. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair unwashed, and the confident swagger he used to wear around the house had completely vanished. He spotted my sedan idling near the dumpster and froze, his eyes widening in shock.
He started walking slowly toward my car, holding his hands up in a placating gesture, his mouth half-open as if he wanted to beg for mercy.
I rolled down my driver’s side window just an inch, keeping the automatic locks engaged.
"Maya," Daniel whispered, stopping a few feet away from my door, looking pathetic under the buzzing yellow glare of the motel security light. "Please. Can we just talk? Just for five minutes?"
"There is nothing to talk about, Daniel," I said, my voice completely devoid of emotion. "Your lawyer has my lawyer’s number. All communications go through formal legal channels."
"Maya, you don't understand!" Daniel’s voice broke, desperate and raw. "Mom manipulated me! She told me she was drowning in debt, she threatened to cut me out of her will, she swore up and down that taking out that loan against your credit was just a temporary bridge until her investment matured! I didn't know Trevor was going to try to siphon the HELOC funds overseas! That was Trevor’s idea!"
"And you let him do it under our roof," I replied, staring straight ahead through the windshield. "You watched them chain my refrigerator. You watched them take over my office. You actively participated in a conspiracy to commit financial fraud against your own wife."
"I was weak!" Daniel cried, tears finally spilling over his eyelids, tracking down his unshaven cheeks. "I was caught between my mother and my wife! I didn't know how to say no to her!"
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"Then you should have married your mother instead," I said coldly.
Before he could say another word, I hit the accelerator, pulling out of the parking lot and leaving Daniel standing alone under the flickering neon light, weeping in the dirt.
