It's for her own good that I blocked that channel. Plus it gives me some peace of mind. We don't need the headache. Our lives are complicated enough. Fiona is going to have to learn that eventually. I thought she would have already by now. She's the one who likes things simple. Her temper tends to win out over clear thought though unfortunately. Same with her pride. It's not that they aren't an asset at times, because they are. It's just that they can be just as much a detrement. I park my car in front of the grocery store and grab my purse. A distinctive ring calls out from inside it. Hastily I unzip it and pull out my cell phone. The caller is unknown. I guess I'll have to answer to find out who it is. At least it's not Fiona calling to complain at me.

Fallon: Hello?

I don't recognize the woman's voice on the other end.

Woman: By now you should realize your Father's company isn't what it appears to be.

I feel all the air leave my body. This must be who sent us that folder with the autopsy report. It takes a second for me to breathe. They wait silently.

Fallon: Who are you? How'd you get my cell number?

Her voice is somewhat hard. Whoever she is, she's very confident. Relaxed.

Woman: That's not important Fallon Parker. What is important is that you find that truth.

Obviously. I'm at a disadvantage here. She knows way more about me than I do her. Apparently she also knows more about my family than I do.

Fallon: I need to know, but before I do, I want to know something from you. Why is it important to you that I know the truth?

Woman: Let's just say I have a personal interest in the matter.

That was vague. There's so many things I want to ask this stranger. I have to prioritize them quickly.

Fallon: Was my mom murdered?

There's a long silence. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin from the anticipation.

Woman: I think you know the answer to that already. I'm not going to do all the work for you. You have a long search ahead of you. Right now you have a decision to make. You can give up on this, and you and Fiona can get back to your lives, or you can pursue this. I warn you though, in uncovering the truth your lives will be forever changed. The choice is yours.

That's no choice. I answer without hesitation.

Fallon: I have to know what happened to my mother.

Woman: Remember that you decided this.

There's a pause before she continues as if she wants the fact I chose this to sink in.

Woman: There's a safety deposit box at a bank in Seattle. You already have the key to it. Your mother did pass a few of her things onto you. Find it. Good luck Parker.

No, don't hang up. Desperation fills me at the thought of this person getting off the phone. I need to know more.

Fallon: Wait! What is the Factory? What does it have to do with Daddy's company?

Thankfully, they don't hang up.

Woman: You'll figure it out. I have faith in you. I'm sure you already asked Felicia the same thing.

Then without another word she hangs up. D****t! What did she mean by all of this? Where's the key? What does Felicia have to do with this? How did she know any of this? I feel like I'm about to have a meltdown. I quickly dial home. It takes three rings before Fiona answers. Three rings too long. I feel out of breath as I talk at a rapid pace.

Fallon: Fiona stay there! I'm coming right home. We have to talk....It's about Mom.

I hang up without waiting for a response from her. I toss my purse onto the passenger seat and put the car in gear before speeding back towards the house. We've got to sit down and figure this all out. Why couldn't that woman just come out and tell me what I need to know? I'm dying to find out. I need to know what happened.