Secrets? Never.

16. Things My Father Taught me

Dani Grayson hadn't seen his little sister in well over a month, he'd surmised that there was just cause, but wanted to see her nonetheless. if it weren't for their respective lives being so bust, and his and Emily's choice to remain in the Hamptons while seemingly everyone else (save, of course for Conrad and Victoria), left for the city after the end of summer.

"So in and out. It doesn't have to be a big deal. We just walk in, and tell them, I'm certain they'll offer to mind the kids, especially seeing as we'll only be in South Fork." Daniel said as Emily nodded, as if trying to convey the message that she was fine, although she wasn't, and was making a last-ditch attempt to remedy that. She had always hated going into that house, but always managed to mask it before entering, unlike that moment, as she was out of practice and greener than when she first started. Her eyes were bulging out of her head as Daniel knocked purposefully, and a maid answered the door.

As they walked in the front door, they soon realised that neither Victoria nor Conrad were anywhere to be found. They decided to settle on the couch and wait for the pair to be alerted of their presence, and they did; until they heard a thud outside, and shouted profanity.

"Wait here" Daniel instructed, kissing Emily on the head before padding as silently as possible towards the French doors. He glanced out the window, seeing nothing. He waited. Two moving figures could be seen, seemingly arguing. a cumbersome cylindrical package lay between them, one end in one figure's hand, the other end lying at the second's feet. The second'a fists lay on their hips- his mother he thought. He drew the conclusion that the second was more than likely his father, although why they were doing any heavy lifting, he couldn't fathom.

"They're out here, Em." Daniel beckoned towards his wife, who'd been watching him intently from her perch on the couch.

"Mom! Dad!" Daniel called to them, and they looked up at him, clearly startled, and then to eachother. He trotted out to them, but, noticing something was amiss, began to inspect the bundle. Upon his noticing feet, he fell backwards and began to crawl rapidly backwards. "Y-you k-k-killed someone? Who?!" Daniel screamed. Victoria looked down at her shoes and then at Conrad, before replying, "Lydia Davis." "She was going to tell everyone about everything. Things Emily doesn't know you know. The truth about flight 197, for example, if it got out that you'd known all this time and never reported it, you'd be classified as an accomplice my boy." Conrad interjected, trying to justify their actions. "Well I hope it was worth it."

"I'm calling the police. You can't get away with this, too much has happened on top of this for it to be even remotely forgivable!" He stormed back indoors, and told Emily to ring 911, and tell them that two murderers are trying to get rid of a body behind Grayson manor.

"So I'm gonna throw a wild guess out there in saying our trip is probably cancelled." Emily cut in, attempting, to no avail, to be the tense situation's comic relief.

"Char- mom and dad killed Lydia. Well, mom killed her, dad just tried to help her cover it up. I caught them before they had a chance to dispose of her." There were no sounds coming from Charlotte's end of the phone, just silence, pure, nerve-wracking, deafening, silence. "Char?" Nothing. "Charlotte??" Still nada. "Please answer me. It'll be okay, we'll get through this." Silence. "Alright. I'll come over to you. Wait where you are, I just need to-" "No." Daniel stopped, it was, after all, the first thing she'd said in about fifteen minutes. "You can't leave Emily alone, I'll come to you." And so it was, that Daniel finally saw his sister for the first time in over a month, but under a rather inconvenient set of circumstances to say the least.

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