the door with both fists.
“Claire!” he shouted. “Open this door!”
I opened it with my lawyer beside me and two investigators inside the living room.
Dad froze.
His suit was rumpled, and his face looked as pale as damp paper.
“You ruined me,” he hissed.
“No,” I said. “Daniel found the truth. I delivered it.”
Mother pushed past him, shedding tears without genuine emotion. “We’re family. You don’t do this to family.”
I studied her for a long moment.
“You skipped my children’s funeral for cake.”
She recoiled.
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