“She doesn’t have everything,” I said. “She doesn’t have the truth. And she doesn’t have us working together. Gabe, you’re not Elias. You’re Gabriel. Stop letting her decide who you are.”
I looked at the taut, burned skin on his forearm.
“Then let’s fight. Together.”
“She threatened your father. She threatened you. If we go after her —”
“I’m not afraid of your mother, Gabe. Not anymore,” I met his eyes. “And you shouldn’t be, either. I’m here now.”
For the first time since he walked back into my life, I saw the boy I remembered.
“What do we do?” he asked.
“We expose her,” I said. “You take back your name. You tell the board you’re alive and here. And you reclaim what’s yours — your life, your company, your history.”
He let out a shaky breath. “If I do this, I need you with me.”
“I’m not afraid of your mother, Gabe.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “You’re Gabriel. And I’m your Sammie. And trust me when I say that I know how to fight.”
A slow grin crept across his face. “You always were the troublemaker.”
I squeezed his hand.
“And you always covered for me.”
He laughed, but it faded into something serious. “She’ll come after us.”
“I’m counting on it,” I said, standing up. “Let’s make her play defense for once.”
**
“You always were the troublemaker.”
Janet had always been my ride-or-die, but I’d never seen her this fired up. She dropped her tote bag and got to work.
“Okay, spill everything,” she said. “Are we just here to make Camille sweat, or do we want the world to know she erased you and staged your death?”
Gabriel hesitated, but I didn’t.
“We want the truth out, Jan. She can’t keep hiding what she did to us. Not after everything. Gabriel was isolated in private care under his mother’s control.”
“Everything in my life was supervised,” he said.
Gabriel hesitated.
Janet clicked her pen. “I’m ready to expose your mother, Gabriel. I already texted Mary at the Gazette, and Lisa from the board still owes me after that disaster of a Christmas party.”
Gabriel glanced at me, uncertain. “You sure you want to pull everyone into this?”
I met his gaze and reached for his hand.
“It’s time, Gabe. You deserve your life back. And I want purpose in mine again.”
“Don’t worry,” Janet chimed in. “I’m not letting Camille bulldoze either of you.”
**
Walking into Camille’s home with Janet and Gabriel, I didn’t feel small for the first time in years. She met us at the door, smiling; a suit watched.
She zeroed in on Gabriel.
“You deserve your life back.”
“You shouldn’t have brought her here,” she hissed. “This girl has always been bad news.”
“I don’t care, Mom,” he said. “I’m done being erased by you. I’m here to reclaim my identity, and take over the pharmaceutical company.”
I held out the envelope of letters and records, including Gabriel’s released records and Dr. Keller’s signed summary letter — provided with Gabriel’s consent.
“We know what you did, Camille. The threats, the coverup… The board will see the truth and need someone else to step in. Gabriel will finally return to himself. And he can live the life he deserves.”
“This girl has always been bad news.”
Camille’s smile stayed on, but her hand shook when her phone lit up: “BOARD EMERGENCY SESSION — TODAY.” She glanced at me.
She lowered the phone slowly. “You’ll regret this.”
“No. You’ll regret underestimating your son, and the poor mechanic’s daughter that he loved.”
She hesitated, then retreated, shoulders stiff. I didn’t take my eyes off her until the doors closed.
Gabriel let out a shaky breath and turned to me. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
I squeezed his hand. “You’re not alone anymore. Neither of us is. But this is just the beginning of a fight.”
“You’ll regret this.”
Janet grinned. “Come on. Let’s go tell the world what really happened 30 years ago. It’s time to knock your mother off her pedastal.”
I looked at Gabriel, not Elias. Not the ghost. Not the boy I buried.
The past no longer owned either of us.
Gabriel.
“Let’s go,” I said. “And this time, nobody gets to rewrite our story.”
The past no longer owned either of us.