Chapter 5 - The Unopened Vault
By 6:00 PM, the funeral home was declared a formal crime scene, cordoned off with bright yellow police tape.
My twin boys' bodies were transported back to the Harris County Forensic Center for a comprehensive, court-ordered autopsy.
I sat inside Detective Miller’s office at the central police station, sipping cold water while Emma slept peacefully on a small sofa.
Dr. Vance sat beside me, placing a thick leather-bound binder on the metal desk between us.
"Sarah, there is something else you need to know about Victoria's financial history," Dr. Vance began quietly.
"My brother—Trevor's father—didn't die of a heart attack four years ago."
I looked at Dr. Vance, my eyes widening in profound shock as my breath hitched in my throat.
"What are you saying, Alan?" I whispered.
"I'm saying Victoria has been using arsenic for over a decade," Dr. Vance revealed, leaning closer.
"She poisoned my brother to collect his eight-million-dollar life insurance policy before he could divorce her."
"And when your twin boys were born six weeks ago, they automatically inherited fifty percent of the Vance family trust."
"A trust that Victoria was currently embezzling from to pay off her massive offshore gambling debts in Monaco."
The puzzle pieces clicked together with sickening, horrifying perfection.
My babies didn't die because Victoria thought Trevor was wasting his life.
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They were murdered because their very existence stood between Victoria and millions of dollars of stolen inheritance money.
And Trevor had been her clueless, blind shield the entire time.
