Chapter 5 - PATRICIA’S DINNERS
Patricia knew wealthy people.
Military spouses.
Retired officers.
Executives.
Donors.
She treated relationships like currency.
Years earlier, she introduced Ethan to Daniel Mercer at charity dinner.
Nothing improper about introduction.
Then she pushed.
“Daniel can help you.”
Ethan wanted access.
Mercer wanted information.
Boundaries blurred.
Patricia claimed ignorance.
Maybe partly true.
Then emails appeared.
Patricia:
Daniel says Halcyon keeps losing because Army people don’t understand their proposal.
Ethan:
Mom, stop putting this in writing.
That sentence mattered.
He knew.
Then:
Patricia:
I’m trying to help your career.
Ethan:
Then let me handle it.
Not denial.
Containment.
Then Patricia emailed Mercer directly:
My son knows where the weaknesses are.
That crossed another line.
Did Ethan authorize it?
No evidence.
For once, Patricia may have created risk without his permission.
Ethan later reprimanded her privately.
We found message:
Never discuss my work with Mercer again.
Interesting.
He had boundaries.
Then violated his own later.
Human beings are rarely consistent villains.
Then Patricia requested meeting with me.
I agreed in neutral place.
She looked smaller without banquet hall.
“Are you enjoying this?”
“No.”
“You always hated me.”
“Sometimes.”
She almost smiled.
Then:
“I wanted Ethan to be like his father.”
“There’s the problem.”
“What?”
“You wanted him to inherit James’s life instead of build his own.”
She stared.
Then cried.
James had been decorated.
Respected.
Died when Ethan was twenty.
Patricia froze him in legend.
Every achievement Ethan made became comparison.
Captain?
James was lieutenant colonel by that age.
Award?
James had more.
Assignment?
James’s was harder.
She believed pressure created greatness.
Maybe it created desperation.
Again:
Explanation.
Not excuse.
Then Patricia whispered:
“I threw wine at you because Ethan told me Hayes would be there.”
I frowned.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“He said Hayes respected you.”
My stomach turned.
She knew.
Not my assignment details.
But enough to know Hayes valued my work.
“And that made you angry?”
“You were taking James’s place.”
There it was.
Completely irrational.
But emotionally coherent.
Hayes’s respect belonged, in her mind, to Walker men.
Seeing him respect Grace felt like theft.
Then I asked:
“Why did Ethan lie about what I do?”
Patricia looked surprised.
“You really don’t know?”
“No.”
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“Because every time someone praised you, he became someone else.”
That was the first moment I wondered whether my husband had hated me long before he betrayed me.
