Then I checked the camera above the front entry.
Three days earlier, it had recorded Trevor carrying a folder from my locked office while Lorraine watched the hallway.
The folder held our tax returns.
At breakfast, I said nothing.
Lorraine drank coffee from my favorite mug. “You’ll replace the refrigerator lock.”
“No.”
“Then perhaps you should stay somewhere else until you learn respect.”
Trevor smirked. “Mom’s right. Daniel pays bills too.”
That was the mistake.
I looked at Daniel. “Do you want me to leave?”
His face tightened.
He wanted
