Chapter 10: No Safe Exit
Elena’s car was already waiting at the curb when Mom and I came through the kitchen door. Mom carried no purse, no coat—only the folded towel around the papers she’d hidden and the brass-colored house key clenched in her fist.
She looked back once at the house, then got into the passenger seat without asking me whether she should.
I slid in beside Elena. “The bank,” Mom said.
Elena pulled away.
I kept the paper bundle on my lap and called Miles. The engine hummed under us; Mom’s knuckles whitened around the key.
“The correction is in the file,” Miles said. “The application hasn’t cleared. But the confirmation attempt is active.”
“Can you stop it?”
“I’m monitoring it. If there’s another response, I need to know right away.”
Mom leaned toward my phone. “Tell him I don’t agree to the loan.”
“I heard you,” Miles said. His voice softened, but he didn’t make it sound like reassurance. “Your objection is documented.”
The street narrowed ahead, lined with trimmed hedges and cars parked nose to tail. Elena slowed at the stop sign.
Then Luca’s car shot in from the cross street and stopped broadside across our lane.
Elena slammed the brakes. The papers slid off my lap and scattered across the floor. Mom’s hand shot out, bracing against the dashboard.
For one stunned second, nobody moved.
Then Luca’s door opened.
Wendy climbed out of the passenger side, smooth and unhurried, as if she’d stepped out at a brunch reservation instead of blocking a car. Luca stayed behind the wheel, his face turned toward us.
“Jessi,” Wendy called through the windshield. “Get out of the car.”
Elena locked the doors.
“Don’t,” Mom whispered.
I looked at her. She was staring at Wendy, not me.
Wendy came closer, phone already lifted. “You can’t take her wherever you want and pretend this is normal.”
The first neighbor appeared on a porch across the street. A curtain shifted in the house beside it. Wendy knew exactly how to make a private lie look like a public emergency.
“I’m not taking her anywhere,” I said. “She chose to come with us.”
“Mom, tell her,” Wendy said, pitching her voice toward the open window. “Tell them you’re confused and Jessi dragged you into this.”
Mom’s face tightened. A small tremor moved through the hand holding the key.
Wendy leaned down until her mouth was near the glass.
“You just have to say what we practiced. Tell the bank you heard Jessi agree. One sentence, and this can be over.”
My fingers curled around the door handle. I wanted to throw it open, to make Wendy look at me instead of my mother.
Then Mom said, barely above a breath, “The kettle’s empty.”
The phrase landed in me like a hand against my chest. Stop. Don’t argue for her. Let her decide.
I released the handle.
Mom turned toward Wendy. “I don’t have to say what you practiced.”
Wendy’s smile faltered, then returned with its edges sharpened. “You said it before.”
“I thought you were asking about insurance.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“You told me what to say.”
Elena had taken her phone from the cup holder. She held it low beside her thigh, its camera aimed toward the open window, her expression fixed on the windshield.
Wendy saw Mom’s lips moving and tapped the glass. “Open the door. She needs to come home.”
“I am home,” Mom said.
The neighbor across the street stepped off the porch. Wendy glanced over, visibly calculating who could hear her.
“This is a family matter,” she said. “Jessi came back after years away and started accusing everyone. Now she’s got you frightened and—”
“I’m not frightened of Jessi.”
Luca’s door swung open.
He got out and crossed to Mom’s side of the car. He didn’t look at me. He looked at her fist, still closed around the key.
“Mom, get out.”
“No.”
He tugged the handle. It was locked.
“Unlock the door.”
Elena’s hand tightened on the steering wheel. “Back away from the car.”
Luca finally looked at her. “Stay out of it.”
“I’m not the one blocking a public street.”
Wendy lifted her phone higher. “Everyone can see you’re upset. Just get out and come with us.”
Mom turned to me. Not to ask permission. Not to ask what I would do. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the effort it cost her to keep her voice steady.
“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” she said.
It wasn’t surrender. It was a warning meant for me.
I lowered my hand from the lock.
Mom opened her door herself.
Luca stepped back just enough to let her stand. His hand closed around her elbow—not hard enough to leave a mark that I could see, but firmly enough to steer her toward his car.
“Don’t touch her,” I said.
Mom looked back over her shoulder.
“Jessi, stay there.”
The words pinned me more effectively than Luca could have. I stayed in my seat, jaw clenched, as she walked the few feet to his car. The key disappeared into her palm.
Wendy moved beside her, blocking the neighbors’ view. “We’ll sort this out at home.”
Mom didn’t answer.
Luca opened the rear door. She hesitated at the threshold, then looked once toward Elena’s phone. I couldn’t tell whether she’d noticed it recording.
He guided her inside and shut the door.
I lunged out of the car.
Luca reached across the opening before I could get around it and snatched Mom’s phone from her hand. She made a small sound—not a cry, more like the breath had been knocked loose—and he shoved the phone into his pocket.
“Give that back!”
Wendy planted herself between us. “Stop attacking him!”
I stopped because Elena had caught my sleeve, because the neighbors were watching, because Mom was in the back seat and Luca’s engine had started.
Not because Wendy had said so.
Luca pulled away from the curb. Wendy jumped into the passenger seat just before the car turned. Mom’s face appeared in the rear window, pale behind the glass.
I ran two steps after them, then stopped. My hand closed around nothing.
The car swung around the corner, carrying my mother and the phone she’d used to speak for herself. The towel-wrapped papers remained on the floor by my feet.
Elena lowered her own phone. “I got Wendy saying it.”
She didn’t offer it like a victory. Her hands were shaking.
My call with Miles was still connected.
“Jessi?” His voice came thin through the speaker. “I saw the attempt update. The application hasn’t cleared, but the final confirmation is underway.”
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Luca’s car disappeared beyond the row of hedges.
My mother was gone from my sight, and the evidence was in my hands. I forced myself to breathe once, then reached down and gathered every page from the floor.
