Chapter 4
I stood up slowly from my knees, brushing the dust from my black mourning dress with complete, icy calm.
I didn’t flinch, nor did I step back as he took an aggressive step toward me in front of the authorities.
“Dad’s mind was sharper than yours will ever be, Marcus,” I said, my voice quiet, steady, and heard by everyone in the room.
“He sat in that very armchair three weeks ago, weeping because his only son was stealing his life savings to buy luxury apartments for his wife’s sister.”
“Dad gave you every opportunity to come clean, to ask for help, and to fix your life before he passed away.”
“Instead, you showed up at his funeral drunk, demanding keys to a safe you thought was filled with stolen loot.”
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I picked up the black flash drive from the top shelf of the open steel safe, holding it up between two fingers.
“Everything is on this drive, Marcus,” I added softly. “Every text, every receipt, every hotel booking, and every dollar you stole.”
