I attend because it was “important.”
It had not only been cruelty.
It had been celebration.
They believed they were days away from turning six years of fraud into more than a million dollars.
My family called forty-three times that day.
I answered none.
At 6:18 p.m., Kayla texted:
Please call me. I swear I didn’t know everything.
At 6:31:
Dad said your name was only on paperwork because the bank required it.
At 6:42:
I thought you agreed years ago.
That almost got me.
Almost.
