have to go,” I said quietly, and hung up before he could reshape the story.
Later that day, I searched old emails and files for anything that might prove my instinct right. I found an old message from a bank we used when I was a teenager.
An account in my name, opened when I was a child.
Attached was a note: college savings for Olivia only.
The last transaction showed the account drained five years earlier.
The same year Ryan suddenly got rescued from a mess involving his credit
