it?”
Silence.
“You knew I supposedly owned fifty-one percent, didn’t you?”
“I thought Dad had handled it.”
“You were about to take the money.”
“I built that company!”
Her grief turned to rage.
“I worked six years for this!”
“And I financed it without knowing.”
“You gave me money!”
“Not permission to steal my identity.”
Dad suddenly stood.
“Enough!”
Everyone turned.
He pointed at me.
“You want the truth? Fine. Without this family, you wouldn’t have anything to do with your money anyway.”
Something inside me became completely calm.
Rachel
