Chapter 13 - Arthur Tells Me His Worst Truth
That night, Arthur asked me to sit with him alone.
He looked exhausted.
“I owe you one more truth.”
He had known about Rose’s fear before she died.
Not the full details.
Enough.
Rose called him two days before her accident.
She said someone had followed her home.
Arthur told her she was probably frightened because of the
investigation.
He promised to call the next morning.
He did not.
He was traveling.
Then Rose died.
Arthur had spent twenty-four years wondering whether taking her
seriously might have changed something.
“Do you think Charles caused the crash?” I asked.
Arthur shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
No evidence proved it.
The original accident file described wet roads, excessive speed, and no
mechanical defect.
Arthur refused to rewrite history simply because guilt wanted a villain.
His failure was already real.
He had dismissed a frightened employee.
He had trusted his brother over evidence.
And he had waited decades to repair what he could.
“I can’t forgive you for my mother,” I said.
“I know.”
“But I believe you’re trying.”
May you like
Arthur nodded.
“That’s more than I deserve.”
