The Reading of the Will
The Calder Clause

The Warehouse

August 25, 2026 · Part 5 of 10 · 2 min

I didn't tell Rhett about the call. I didn't tell anyone. I just started watching him, which felt like something out of a life I never wanted, tailing my own brother through a city I used to know like my own hands.

It took four nights. On the fifth, his car left the house at ten and drove not toward downtown but toward the old harbor district, past the warehouses Calder Shipping had sold off years ago, buildings that belonged to other companies now, other names on the doors.

He parked outside one with no sign at all. I parked two blocks back and walked the rest, staying in the shadow of the loading docks, feeling nineteen years old and stupid and certain I was about to learn something I couldn't unlearn.

The warehouse door was cracked open. Light spilled out in a thin gold line. I got close enough to hear voices without being able to see faces, which was somehow worse.

"—already gave you the quarterly numbers," Rhett was saying, tight, controlled in a way I recognized from every fight we'd ever had as kids, the voice he used right before he lost.

"Numbers aren't what I asked for." The second voice was smooth, unbothered, exactly the voice from my phone three nights ago. Solis. "I asked for movement. Real movement. You've had ten years to pay down what you owe me, Rhett, and instead you built yourself a very comfortable office and let your little brother carry the weight in the papers."

"That's not — he doesn't know anything."

"He's back in the building. I'd assume that changes rather quickly."

A pause. I held my breath against the cold metal siding.

"One year," Solis said, and I could hear the smile in it even from where I stood. "Same deadline as your mother's will, isn't it. Convenient. Almost like I planned it that way."

My stomach dropped straight through the concrete under my feet.

Rhett said something too quiet to catch. I shifted my weight to hear better, and my heel came down on a loose bolt, and it rang out against the pavement like a gunshot in the silence.

Both voices inside went dead silent.

Then footsteps, coming fast toward the door.

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