found it three weeks after the funeral, when I finally felt strong enough to enter his office. Inside was a folder marked If Anything Happens. Seeing his handwriting nearly brought me to my knees.
It contained bank statements, emails, screenshots, and a flash drive attached to the inside cover.
My father’s company appeared throughout the records.
Holloway Development.
Fraudulent invoices, inflated agreements, shell vendors, and charitable payments funneled through Vanessa’s “event brand.” Daniel had been auditing a city-funded nonprofit renovation project, and Dad’s company held the contract.
My husband had
