“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

”

Silence.

Then the bathroom door opened.

Jonah walked out.

He held up his phone.

On the screen was Grant kneeling beside my sedan with cutters in his hand.

Celeste turned pale.

“That’s fake!” Grant shouted.

Jonah remained calm.

“The original recording is already with the police.”

Grant suddenly lunged toward me.

He grabbed my wrist and ripped the pulse sensor continue reading …