They had been building a version of me.
A selfish brother.
An unstable son.
Someone who couldn’t be trusted.
Someone Dad should never put in charge of anything.
Rachel believed the stolen furniture had been impulsive.
But the apartment wasn’t.
Karen had arranged it weeks earlier.
Mia apparently believed it would become her new home.
The furniture was moved there because the place was nearly empty.
Karen had promised Mia she would help pay the rent while her new business became profitable.
There was only one problem.
There was no profitable business.
K&M Property Solutions had barely operated.
It existed mainly to receive money.
Dad’s money.
My fraudulent credit applications.
And transfers Rachel had not fully traced yet.
Police became involved.
Then the bank’s fraud department.
And suddenly, people who had ignored my side began calling me.
An aunt apologized.
Then a cousin.
Then another relative.
