enough.”
“No,” Marcus said.
His voice trembled.
“But we’re not done.”
Everyone fell quiet.
Marcus faced his father.
“You told us Mom ruined everything.”
Logan said nothing.
“You said she was holding you back.”
Still no response.
Marcus took out his phone.
“I recorded you talking to Uncle Ryan about the money.”
Logan went white.
“You what?”
Marcus pressed play.
Logan’s recorded voice echoed across the driveway.
“Once the divorce is finalized, I’ll move the remaining money before she even knows what’s happening.”
Complete silence followed.
I glanced at Dana.
