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 insane,” he snapped.

Marcus entered last, calm and unreadable.

“Natalie.”

“Marcus.”

Vanessa pointed wildly.

“Who is this?”

“My attorney.”

Silence hit like shattered glass.

The officers began requesting statements.

Vanessa cried.

Chloe blamed Madison.

Madison blamed Chloe.

Dad blamed me.

Of course he did.

Then Marcus placed a thin folder on the table. Inside were continue reading …