car pulled into the driveway.
Mom looked through the window.
“Khloe’s home.”
My sister stepped inside moments later.
Her hair was messy, and she looked exhausted.
The second she saw Tyler, she stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
He smiled.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m fixing things.”
Her expression filled with panic.
“You weren’t supposed to come.”
Dad stepped forward.
“Khloe, is this the man you’ve been giving Lucas’s money to?”
She lowered her eyes.
“Dad, please.”
I placed the documents we’d gathered on the table.
“Tyler, these materials raise serious questions about the investments, the signatures, and how my name ended up on the paperwork.”
His smile disappeared.
“You’ve been doing your homework.”
“I’ve had to.”
Khloe looked between us.
Her hands began trembling.
Dad slammed his palm against the table.
“Enough! I want the truth!”
For the first time, I saw real fear in my sister’s eyes.
She sat down.
