my arms across my chest. “The one that uncovered the fact that for the past four years, you haven’t just been running the family charter business—you’ve been systematically embezzling from the minor stakeholder trust funds to finance your luxury real estate investments in Florida and fund my brother’s gambling debts. Every single transaction, every forged signature, every shady offshore transfer—it’s all documented, notarized, and sitting on a federal prosecutor’s desk right now.”
My father stumbled backward until his knees struck the sofa.
He dropped onto the cushions and buried his
