My twelve-year-old son was crying quietly on the phone when he told me that he no longer wanted to come back to me and preferred to move in with his father.
“Noah, what did you say?” I asked.
“I want to live with Dad and Jessica.”
There was such a silence in his voice as children carry only when someone is standing beside them and dictating the answer. The cold coffee cup placed on the windowsill remained in my hand. There were two days left until the end of the summer holidays, and everything in the house was waiting for his return: new sports shoes by the door, notebooks on the desk, and his favorite cereal in the kitchen.
“Why, sweetheart?” I barely managed to say.
“Jessica is better, Mom. Now we will be a real family.”
The air seemed to disappear from the room all at once. For six years I had tried to make sure Noah never felt that our small family was less simply because his father had chosen another woman.
“Did someone tell you this?”
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
A woman’s voice sounded behind him.
“Give me the phone, sweetheart.”
Then Jessica spoke to me.
“Rachel, please, don’t make this difficult. Noah wants to stay with us.”
“Where is Matt?”
“He’s here. He agrees with everything.”
“Noah, come home. Now.”
The boy did not answer me. I heard only breathing, and the call ended.
I called Matt. He repeated the same thing.
“This is Noah’s wish. We have already submitted the papers to his new school as well.”
“Did you talk to him about this?”
“Rachel, don’t act as if listening to a child is a crime.”
“I am his mother, listening to a frightened child.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
He hung up.
Five minutes later I was sitting in the car. I held the steering wheel so tightly that my fingers turned white. Every traffic light on the road seemed like an insult to me. Noah called me every night, asking whether, when he returned home, there would be new curtains in his room. Two days ago he had planned to take a photograph with me on the first day of school.
Matt and Jessica’s house was at the other end of the city. It was seven in the evening when I arrived there. The grass in the yard was uncut, and a yellow sticker with Noah’s name written on it was stuck to the mailbox. It was strange. Jessica left everything excessively orderly.
I went to the door, but I did not ring the bell. The living-room window was open.
Jessica’s voice could be heard inside.
“He will sign tomorrow morning, and then you will not be able to back out.”
“Speak quietly,” Matt told her. “He might hear.”
“The child is already frightened. One more night and he will say everything he has to say.”
I heard my son’s name and my legs froze in place.
“If Rachel comes here, tell her that Noah himself is asking to stay with us,” Jessica continued. “The main thing is that she must not see that recording.”
Blood was pounding in my ears. A recording? Which recording?
Matt asked harshly:
“Do you think she will agree?”
“If she does not agree, Noah will say that he is afraid of his mother.”
My hand reached the doorknob. Someone inside quickly approached me. Then the lock turned and the door opened. Jessica stood directly in front of me, holding a dark green folder, and I saw how her finger moved toward the folder’s clasp…
Jessica forced a smile onto her face, but her eyes were no longer smiling.
“Rachel, what are you doing here?”
“I want to see my son.”
“Noah is feeling unwell now. You will talk in the morning.”
“I want to now.”
Matt appeared from behind her.
“Go home. You cannot take the child without a court order.”
“I am his mother.”
“And Noah says he is afraid of you.”
Those words struck me as if someone had slapped me in the face. Then I heard a light creak of the floor upstairs.
“Noah!” I shouted.
The boy was standing on the stairs. His face was pale, and in his hand he held the small wooden compass I had given him.
“Mom, don’t come here.”
“Who told you that you are afraid of me?”
He looked at Jessica.
“I don’t know.”
Jessica hugged the folder to her chest.
“Now go, Rachel.”
I took out my phone and showed them the screen.
“Our conversation is already being recorded. Threaten me one more time and I will call the police.”
Matt took a step forward, but Jessica stopped him with her hand.
“No. Not yet.”
At that moment I realized that what frightened them most was not my arrival, but someone listening.
Noah quietly came downstairs and took a folded sheet of paper from his pocket.
“Mom, I found this this morning. Jessica doesn’t know that I took it.”
He held the sheet out to me. At the bottom there was something resembling my signature.
But I had never signed this document…
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But I had never signed this document.
The sheet nearly fell from my hand. It said that I supposedly agreed to hand Noah over for permanent residence with Matt and Jessica. My name was below, and the signature looked so much like mine that for one moment I could not even trust my own eyes.
“Where did you find this?” I asked Noah.
“In the kitchen drawer. Jessica told me to sign it, or you would go to prison.”
Jessica’s face changed.
“The child is making it up.”
“No,” Noah said, and his voice trembled. “You told me that Mom would take the money and I would be left alone.”
Matt headed toward the door.
“All of this is nonsense. The child is confused.”
“Don’t go anywhere,” I told him.
At that moment a car stopped in the yard. My lawyer, Salome, got out of the car. The school psychologist, whom I had called ten minutes earlier, was with her.
“Noah, may I speak with you alone?” the psychologist asked.
The boy nodded.
Salome took the folder and read the very first page.
“This is not only a false consent. It says here that the mother is putting pressure on her son. This text has already been submitted with a request for temporary guardianship.”
“Because it is true,” Matt said. “Rachel is unstable.”
Salome placed the phone on the table.
“Then listen to this recording as well.”
Jessica’s voice came from the screen, clear and close.
“He will sign tomorrow morning. If he does not sign, Noah will say that he is afraid of his mother. We will need the money, Matt. When he turns thirteen, we will no longer have access to the account.”
Silence fell in the room.
Jessica grabbed the chair.
“It has been edited.”
“The recording is from a home protection device provided by the school social worker,” Salome replied. “Noah was asking her for help, and everything was recorded accidentally.”
Matt looked at Jessica.
“You told me there was only a small amount in the account.”
“I was doing this for you.”
“No. You knew?”
Salome unfolded a second document.
“Noah’s grandmother, your deceased mother, opened an educational account in his name three years ago. The amount exceeds two hundred thousand lari. And you, Matt, are appointed as the custodian. That is exactly why you wanted guardianship.”
Matt lost color.
Noah came to me and took my hand.
“Mom, I did not want to say this. They told me that if I did not agree, they would throw you out of the house.”
I bent down and hugged him. I could hear his heartbeat against my chest.
“You did nothing wrong.”
Salome’s phone rang. She listened, then looked at me.
“The police have already received the complaint. But this is only the beginning. Matt tried to withdraw money from the account this morning, and the bank has just told me that the transfer is still being processed. If he knows the password, everything may disappear in a few minutes…”
At that moment Matt took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. For the first time, real fear appeared on his face…
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