I exhaled slowly.
She looked at me carefully.
“You planning to go to the authorities?”
I hesitated.
“Not yet.”
“Then what?”
I smiled faintly.
“Let’s just say I want him to understand what it feels like to lose something he thinks he owns.”
Over the next week, I worked quietly.
Tyler helped.
He’d already distanced himself from our parents.
And after realizing Dad had used him too, he was all in.
We combed through public business filings, property records, anything with my father’s name on it.
And that’s when we found something interesting.
His company wasn’t doing as well as he made it seem.
He’d been juggling money between accounts to make it look profitable.
The Christmas money for Melissa, it came from a business expense reimbursement, one he claimed was paid to me.
My dad had literally written my name into his tax fraud.
