Gasps erupted throughout the room.
Vivian physically staggered backward.
Daniel continued.
“I know about the loans. I know about Grant’s gambling debts. I know Mom used my company login while I was in Denver. I know they forged Elena’s name because they thought nobody would question blaming the outsider.”
Grant lunged toward me.
Two of Daniel’s coworkers stepped between us instantly.
“Easy,” one of them warned.
The recording continued.
“I met with Attorney Claire Donovan on Tuesday. Copies of everything are with her, the bank fraud division, and Detective Harris. Elena doesn’t need to prove anything anymore. I already did.”
“Turn it off,” Vivian whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t.
Then Daniel’s voice softened.
“Elena… I’m sorry I didn’t protect you sooner.”
Tears burned my eyes instantly.
“And Noah,” he continued gently, “buddy, if you’re there, hold your mom’s hand. She’s stronger than all of them.”
Noah slipped his small hand into mine.
That nearly destroyed me.
Not Vivian’s hatred.
Not the humiliation.
Not even the funeral.
