At 3 a.m., my stepmother and stepsisters stole my credit card and spent $100,000 on a luxury trip—returning home smug and unaware the card they used wasn’t what they thought it was.

is correct about one thing. This is not over.”

Thomas looked toward the dark hallway.

“There are other people involved.”

I turned to him.

“Of course there are.”

Marcus slid one final envelope across the counter.

“This was recovered from Vanessa’s private safe two days ago.”

I stared at it.

The envelope was old, cream-colored, sealed with red wax cracked down continue reading …