Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 61

Christian's POV

I look over at Elle, who's equally paralyzed with shock. Her hand is cupped over her mouth, while her face forms an expression I can't exactly decipher.

"Christian...does this mean that..."

"My father killed my mom?" I breathe. "Looks like it."

Those words taste like poison on my tongue. This doesn't make sense, but somehow makes perfect sense at the same time.

"Holy shit." She gasps. Her face pales at the realization.

Fear joins all of my other rampant emotions. I have no idea what any of this will mean for me...or how I should handle it.

"There's one more page left in the notebook." Elle murmurs. We stare at each other hesitantly. Probably because we know deep down inside, that whatever bit of new information we learn will be more haunting than the last.

I carefully turn the page, and hold my breath. It's a very short entry.

"I've tried my hardest to sit with the information that my birth mother was murdered by her husband. This happened over a decade ago, and I can't believe it was me of all people who figured it out. The evidence was practically out in the open. The only other person who knew what happened to Aurelia, is my birth father Louis. Turns out, he committed suicide a few months after she passed. This whole situation is so fucked up. I tried to ignore it...tried to forget everything I know, but I can't. It's too much. It doesn't help that I see Marc's face all over the internet, and he's painted as some kind, charitable man. He's everything but that. He's a sick person, and Aurelia deserved better. Christian deserves better. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him. That's why, as of last week, I've been trying to make a case to the police. I've prepared all the evidence I found on my own, in hopes that it would be enough for them to look into it. They've been no help so far. Wanna know something weird though? Everyday this week, I noticed a black Cadillac following me. It's outside my house in the morning before I leave for school, and there when I return. I have a feeling that Marc knows I've been going to the police. Rich people have a way of finding things out. I could be overreacting but if something God forbid, happens to me...he's responsible for it."

That's the end of the journal, and I feel absolutely fucking sick. I look at Elle beside me, and her eyes are starting to water.

So, not only is my dad responsible for my mom's death.

He's responsible for Esme's too.

"But...Esme's killer was just arrested?" Elle chokes out through her tears. "This doesn't make sense."

I almost agree with her. Almost. Until something clicks.

"I am such a fucking idiot." I huff, and grab Elle's computer. I use it to log into my dad's bank account, and start scrolling through the transactions.

Anthony Calvo is the man who was arrested for Esme's murder. I always thought that name sounded familiar, but pushed that feeling aside.

"What are you doing?"

I ignore her question, and keep scrolling until I find what I'm looking for.

"Here it is..." I point to the screen. When I was filling out the financial information for my college applications, I noticed that my father had paid a lot of money to a man named...Anthony Calvo. I didn't think much of it then. I just assumed it was someone he was doing business with, but now it all makes sense.

"What am I looking at?" Elle's confusion never ceases.

"Anthony Calvo...my dad paid him two hundred thousand dollars the day before Esme was killed, and an additional two hundred grand on the day after." There it is, the final piece of this fucked up puzzle written clearly in his bank statements.