My parents stole my passport and framed me at the airport—but one customs officer recognized who I really was and exposed everything

is booked.”

That was technically true. Just not the flight they believed.

Richard moved to block the exit. Brenda stepped in front of the swinging doors. Harper hovered behind them, breathing hard, eyes frantic.

“You’re not leaving,” Richard said. “You belong to this family until we decide otherwise.”

Brenda raised her phone. “If you walk out that door,continue reading …