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.

lost all sound.

The officers blurred. Vanessa’s sharp inhale faded into nothing. Even the rain tapping against the tall windows seemed to pause, as if the sky itself had leaned closer to watch me break.

He stood in the foyer wearing a charcoal coat, his silver hair combed back, his face thinner than I remembered but unmistakable.

Thomas Vale.

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