to disappear quietly. Evelyn hadn’t stolen from me for herself; she had done it to protect Vance, to protect Chloe’s perfect life, at my expense.
I documented everything—screenshots, transaction logs, IP records, and copies of the forged power of attorney—and printed hard copies.
Upstairs, they were hosting a barbecue in my backyard, complete with officers, captains, and a major. When I walked outside, Evelyn gave me a quick hug.
“We’re so proud of you,” she said just loud enough for the nearby group to hear. Performance time.
I didn’t hug her back. “Didn’t know I was getting a welcome party.”
Across the yard, Vance stood near the grill, laughing too loudly. Beside him stood Chloe, wearing an expensive designer watch on her wrist. She noticed me looking, lifted her wrist, and adjusted her hair to make sure I saw it. Message received.
Later, Richard pulled me aside. “You need to
