PART 4 — THE BROTHER TYLER SAID DIDN’T EXIST

For several seconds, I couldn’t move.
I stood inside the airport terminal with my phone pressed against my ear, staring at the man who had just taken it from the person holding Mason.
My entire body felt cold.
Not because Mason was gone.
Not anymore.
He had spoken to me.
He was alive.
He was safe.
But there was something in the man’s voice that frightened me more than a stranger ever could.
He sounded like someone who had been waiting years for this moment.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
The man didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, I heard Mason breathing.
Then my son’s voice came back.
“Mom?”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Are you coming?”
My heart broke.
“Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming right now.”
The man finally spoke.
“You should.”
I looked at the woman standing across from me.
She was watching my face carefully.
“Where is my son?”
“Safe.”
“Where?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
I nearly screamed.
“No. You don’t get to play games with me. Tell me where Mason is.”
The man exhaled.
“Your son isn’t the problem.”
“Then what is?”

A pause.

“Your husband.”

My stomach dropped.

“Tyler?”

“Yes.”

I swallowed.

“What does Tyler have to do with this?”

The man’s voice became quieter.

“Everything.”

Then the line went dead.

I stared at my phone.

I called back.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Straight to voicemail.

The woman finally stepped toward me.

“You heard him.”

I looked at her.

“You said you didn’t know him.”

“I don’t.”

“But you said you knew Tyler’s brother.”

“I do.”

“Then tell me who he is.”

She hesitated.

Then she said something that made my blood run cold.

“His name is Daniel.”

I shook my head.

“Tyler doesn’t have a brother named Daniel.”

“I know.”

“You just said—”

“I said Tyler has a brother.”

She looked directly into my eyes.

“He just doesn’t want you to know that Daniel exists.”

My phone vibrated.

A new message.

One sentence.

ASK TYLER WHAT HAPPENED TO DANIEL.

I immediately called Tyler.

He answered on the second ring.

“Where are you?”

His voice sounded exhausted.

“Where is Mason?”

“With the police?”

“No.”

Silence.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I just spoke to him.”

Another silence.

This one was different.

I heard Tyler breathe.

Then he asked:

“What did he say?”

I froze.

“You already know.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“You know about Daniel.”

Nothing.

Not a word.

“Tyler?”

His breathing changed.

“Who told you that name?”

“Answer me.”

“Who told you?”

“You.”

“No.”

“You just reacted to the name.”

“Listen to me carefully.”

His voice suddenly became serious.

“Get away from the airport.”

My eyes moved toward the terminal windows.

“Why?”

“Because if you’re there, you’re in danger.”

I almost laughed.

“I’m already standing in the middle of a nightmare, Tyler.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“Please.”

“Who is Daniel?”

Tyler didn’t answer.

“Who is your brother?”

Still nothing.

Then he whispered:

“He was supposed to be dead.”

I stopped breathing.

“What?”

“I said he was supposed to be dead.”

My hand began shaking.

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t explain this over the phone.”

“You’re going to explain it now.”

“I need to get to you.”

“No.”

“Please—”

“No, Tyler.”

My voice cracked.

“You lied to me about Claire.”

“I know.”

“You lied about being separated.”

“I know.”

“You lied about leaving me.”

“I know.”

“You looked me in the face and told me you were an only child.”

He went silent.

“You told me that story so many times.”

“I know.”

“And now you’re telling me you have a brother?”

“I didn’t know where he was.”

“That is not the same thing.”

“I thought he was dead.”

“Why?”

No answer.

“WHY?”

Tyler finally spoke.

“Because I watched him disappear.”

My chest tightened.

“When?”

“Before I met you.”

“Then why hide him?”

“I wasn’t hiding him.”

“You just admitted you told me you were an only child!”

“I was trying to protect you.”

I closed my eyes.

There it was.

The sentence people always used when they wanted to make a lie sound like love.

I was trying to protect you.

I had heard it before.

I had believed it before.

I wasn’t going to believe it again.

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve to know.”

“I know.”

“No, Tyler. You don’t.”

I ended the call.

Immediately, another message appeared.

YOU STILL DON’T KNOW WHY DANIEL DISAPPEARED.

Then another.

ASK HIM ABOUT THE NIGHT OF THE CRASH.

I stared at the words.

The crash.

Tyler had never told me about a crash.

Not one involving his brother.

I looked at the woman.

“What happened to Daniel?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know everything.”

“But you know something.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

She looked around the airport before lowering her voice.

“Daniel and Tyler were very close.”

“How close?”

“Like twins.”

“They aren’t twins.”

“No.”

She paused.

“But they were inseparable.”

I waited.

“Then something happened.”

“What?”

“A woman.”

My stomach tightened.

“Claire?”

“No.”

She shook her head.

“Someone before Claire.”

I felt the world shift beneath my feet.

“What woman?”

“I don’t know her name.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t expect you to believe anything.”

She reached into her bag.

Then she pulled out an old photograph.

She handed it to me.

I stared at it.

Two young men stood beside an old aircraft.

One was unmistakably Tyler.

Younger.

Maybe twenty-three.

The other man stood beside him.

Same eyes.

Same smile.

Same shape of face.

Daniel.

I turned the photograph over.

There was handwriting on the back.

Tyler & Daniel — First Flight — Never Apart.

Underneath was a date.

A date from almost twenty years ago.

But that wasn’t what made my heart stop.

There was another sentence.

If something happens to me, don’t let Tyler tell them I was alone.

I looked up.

“What does this mean?”

The woman wouldn’t answer.

“Who wrote this?”

“Daniel.”

“When?”

“Before the crash.”

My fingers tightened around the photograph.

“What crash?”

She stared at me.

“The one Tyler has spent his entire life pretending never happened.”

Suddenly my phone rang.

Tyler.

I answered.

“What?”

“Listen to me.”

His voice was shaking.

“I found something.”

“What?”

“A police report.”

“For what?”

“The crash.”

I closed my eyes.

“What crash?”

“The one involving Daniel.”

My entire body went numb.

“Where did you find it?”

“In an old box.”

“Where?”

“My mother’s house.”

I almost stopped listening.

“Your mother?”

“Yes.”

“But your mother died years ago.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you there?”

Tyler didn’t answer.

“Tyler?”

“I came here because someone broke into the house.”

My heart began racing.

“What?”

“The back door was forced open.”

“Did you call the police?”

“Yes.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because they left something for me.”

“What?”

A pause.

Then Tyler whispered:

“Daniel’s passport.”

I looked at the photograph in my hand.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“I know.”

“Is Daniel dead?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

My knees nearly gave out.

“You just said you thought he was dead.”

“I did.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m not sure.”

I looked at the woman.

She was staring at me with an expression that told me she already knew what Tyler was about to say.

“What else did you find?”

Tyler’s voice dropped.

“Three photographs.”

“Of Daniel?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Recent.”

My heart stopped.

“Recent?”

“Yes.”

“How recent?”

“Within the last year.”

I couldn’t speak.

Then Tyler said:

“There is one more thing.”

“What?”

“The photographs weren’t taken by Daniel.”

“Who took them?”

Tyler inhaled.

“I don’t know.”

“Tyler.”

“I think someone has been watching us.”

I looked around the airport.

Suddenly every stranger looked suspicious.

Every person standing near a window.

Every man holding a phone.

Every person sitting alone.

I lowered my voice.

“Where is Mason?”

Tyler didn’t answer.

“Tyler, where is our son?”

“He’s with someone.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No.”

“Then how did you know where he was?”

“I received a message.”

“What message?”

Tyler was silent.

Then he said:

“Bring her to the old hangar.”

My blood ran cold.

“Who is her?”

“You.”

“No.”

“I think that’s what they want.”

“You’re telling me someone took our son to lure me somewhere?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you’re asking me to go?”

“No.”

His voice cracked.

“I’m begging you not to.”

That was when I realized something.

Tyler wasn’t afraid for himself.

He was afraid of whoever was waiting.

I looked at the woman beside me.

She whispered:

“Don’t go alone.”

I nodded.

Then Mason’s voice suddenly came through Tyler’s phone.

“Mom?”

I nearly cried.

“Mason!”

“Mom, I can see airplanes.”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Are you scared?”

“A little.”

“Stay with the person you’re with.”

“I am.”

Then I heard a man’s voice in the background.

“It’s time.”

“Mason?”

The call ended.

I immediately turned toward the woman.

“We’re going.”

She shook her head.

“You shouldn’t.”

“I have no choice.”

“There is always a choice.”

“Not when my child is involved.”

I started walking.

She followed.

“Where are you going?”

“The old hangar.”

She grabbed my arm.

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it.”

Her face went pale.

“The old hangar is where Daniel disappeared.”

I stopped.

“What?”

She nodded slowly.

“And if Mason is there…”

She didn’t finish.

I didn’t need her to.

We walked through the airport as fast as we could.

My mind raced through everything Tyler had ever told me about his childhood.

The stories about his parents.

The stories about learning to fly.

The stories about why he chose aviation.

But suddenly I realized something.

Tyler had always spoken about flying like it had saved him.

Like becoming a pilot had given him a second chance.

Maybe I had never asked what he needed saving from.

We reached a side exit.

Outside, the night air hit my face.

A car was waiting.

The woman pointed toward it.

“That’s mine.”

I looked at her.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t.”

She opened the driver’s door.

“But you don’t have anyone else.”

I hated that she was right.

I got inside.

She started the engine.

For several minutes, neither of us spoke.

Then she said:

“There’s something else you need to know.”

I looked at her.

“What?”

“Daniel wasn’t the only person in that crash.”

My heart sank.

“Who else?”

She stared at the road.

“Someone Tyler loved.”

“Who?”

She didn’t answer.

I grabbed her shoulder.

“Who?”

She whispered:

“Your husband’s first wife.”

I felt like I had been struck.

“My what?”

“Tyler was married before you.”

I stared at her.

“No.”

“He never told you?”

“No.”

“He told you he had never been married?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head.

“He was.”

I couldn’t breathe.

Everything I thought I knew about Tyler was collapsing.

Claire wasn’t the first secret.

Daniel wasn’t the first secret.

Even I wasn’t the first woman Tyler had promised a life to.

“How long were they married?”

“Less than a year.”

“What happened?”

“The crash.”

“And she died?”

The woman nodded.

“So did everyone think Daniel died?”

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

She looked at me.

“Everyone except one person.”

“Who?”

“Tyler.”

I stared out the windshield.

My husband had lied to me about another woman.

About another marriage.

About a brother.

About a crash.

About his childhood.

And somehow the worst part wasn’t the number of lies.

It was the possibility that every lie had been protecting another lie underneath it.

My phone buzzed again.

A message.

I opened it.

There was a photograph.

Mason.

He was sitting inside an old hangar.

Alive.

Safe.

And beside him stood a man.

Daniel.

Under the photograph were six words:

HE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

I stared at the screen.

Then another message arrived.

DON’T TRUST TYLER.

I looked at the woman driving.

“Who sent this?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

My phone buzzed again.

This time it was a video.

I pressed play.

The screen showed Mason sitting in a chair.

He looked frightened but unharmed.

Then Daniel stepped into the frame.

He looked directly into the camera.

And said:

“Hello.”

He paused.

Then he smiled.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to meet you.”

I stopped breathing.

Daniel leaned closer to the camera.

“Your husband has spent twenty years telling people I was dead.”

He looked toward Mason.

“But I never died.”

Then his expression changed.

“And now that I’ve found his son…”

He paused.

“…Tyler is finally going to tell you the truth.”

The video ended.

I stared at the black screen.

The woman whispered:

“What did he say?”

I looked at her.

“He found Mason.”

She nodded.

“And?”

I swallowed.

“He says Tyler has been lying for twenty years.”

The woman’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.

Then she said something that made my heart sink even further.

“That’s not the worst part.”

“What is?”

She looked at me.

“Daniel isn’t trying to hurt Tyler.”

“Then what does he want?”

She turned onto a dark road leading away from the city.

“He wants Tyler to admit what happened that night.”

“What happened?”

She looked straight ahead.

“The truth about the crash.”

“And what is the truth?”

She didn’t answer.

I stared at her.

“Tell me.”

She finally whispered:

“Daniel wasn’t the one flying the plane.”

I froze.

“What?”

“Tyler was.”

The car suddenly felt too small.

The air seemed to disappear.

I thought about Tyler’s career.

His confidence.

His fear of failure.

His obsession with safety.

His refusal to talk about the past.

Then I remembered something he once told me.

Years ago.

I had asked him why he never talked about his first years of flying.

He had smiled sadly and said:

“Some flights are better left behind.”

I had thought he meant difficult flights.

Now I wondered if he meant one particular flight.

A flight that ended with three people disappearing…

…and one man walking away carrying a secret for twenty years.

My phone buzzed one final time.

I looked down.

A message from an unknown number.

IF YOU WANT MASON BACK, BRING TYLER.

Then another.

AND BRING THE ORIGINAL FLIGHT RECORD.

I looked at the woman.

“What flight record?”

She went completely silent.

Then she whispered:

“The one Tyler thought was destroyed.”

I felt my heart pounding.

“What is on it?”

She looked at me.

“Proof.”

“Proof of what?”

She didn’t answer.

Because suddenly, behind us, headlights appeared.

One car.

Then another.

Then a third.

They were following us.

The woman looked into the rearview mirror.

Her face turned white.

“They found us.”

I turned around.

The three cars were getting closer.

“Who?”

She stepped harder on the accelerator.

“I don’t know.”

My phone rang.

Tyler.

I answered.

His voice came through, barely above a whisper.

“Don’t go to the hangar.”

“Why?”

“Because Daniel isn’t alone.”

My blood went cold.

“Who is with him?”

Tyler said:

“The person who caused the crash.”

The call ended.

And for the first time that night, I realized something terrifying.

Maybe Daniel hadn’t brought Mason there to expose Tyler.

Maybe he had brought Mason there because he needed a witness.

And whatever had happened twenty years ago…

was happening again.

Only this time, my son was in the middle of it.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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