Her eyes lowered.

“Yes.”

“You lied about me.”

“Yes.”

“You told everyone I scared you.”

“I was angry.”

“That isn’t an excuse.”

“I know.”

For once, she didn’t argue.

Then she pulled an envelope from her purse.

“There’s something else.”

Inside was a USB drive.

“What’s this?”

“Karen’s files.”

I stared at her.

“She kept everything on an old laptop.”

“Why are you giving me this?”

Mia’s eyes filled.

“Because she blamed everything on me.”

Apparently, after Dad confronted Karen, she claimed Mia had created the company.

Mia had forged the documents.

Mia had transferred the money.

Karen was pretending she had been manipulated by her own stepdaughter.

“She told the police I planned everything,” Mia whispered.

I almost laughed at the irony.

The woman Mia had defended against me had turned on her the moment things became serious.

“Why should I trust this?”