thought he’d be angry.”
“So what did he do?”
“He told me if I told you the truth, I’d never see you again. But I said I was telling you, anyway.”
Dad fired her that night.
He told her to leave and never contact me.
By the following morning, he’d removed her from my school’s approved pickup list and stopped taking her calls.
“What did he do?”
Anna’s apartment had belonged to one of Dad’s relatives, and she was told to vacate immediately. Her phone was disconnected because it was under Dad’s contract.
That explained why she’d disappeared so fast.
Then I remembered the other envelope.
“It was under Dad’s contract.”
“What about the money?”
Anna frowned.
“What money?”
“The cash Dad said you stole. Several hundred dollars.”
Her expression went still.
“I never touched his money.”
I believed her before she finished speaking.
Maybe because I wanted to.
Maybe
