My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but my hands remained steady.
As the days blurred into weeks, I discovered the true extent of the rot. Arthur wasn’t just a tough businessman; he was a scavenger. I found records of “consulting fees” that were nothing more than bribes. But the most damning discovery came from Kyle’s room.
I was “cleaning” his disaster of a bedroom when I found a discarded envelope from the St. Jude’s Children’s Foundation. It was a thank-you letter for a donation that had never arrived. Arthur had set up a charity gala in the name of a local child—a young boy named Leo who needed surgery to save his sight. The community had donated thousands.
