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Chapter 4

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Vanessa was the first to lose color. “Turn that off.”

“Why? I thought you made the right call.”

She reached for the phone, and I stepped back.

Dad blocked the doorway. “Hand it over.”

“I photographed the trust records and sent them to someone. The recording is backing up automatically.”

Only half of that was true.

After finding the folder, I’d had just enough time to send the photos to my best friend, June. Her mother worked at a legal-aid office in Portland and had promised to look at them after Christmas.

As for the recording, I had no idea whether our lousy Wi-Fi could upload anything.

Dad believed me, though.

He seized my wrist hard enough to grind the bones together. “You want to put your own parents in prison?”

“I want back what belongs to me.”

“The money’s gone!” Mom shouted. “What do you expect us to do, tear apart the house and hand it to you?”

“Sell Carter’s truck. Cancel the engagement party. Take out a loan. Figure it out.”

Carter shot to his feet. “Leave my truck out of this.”

I gave a short laugh. “You’re sleeping in my room, driving around on my money, and you want me to leave you out of it?”

His face turned ugly.

Madison stood beside the bed, still clutching my cardigan. “Carter, maybe you should explain what’s going on.”

“Shut up, Madison.”

She stared at him.

While I was distracted, Dad twisted my arm behind my back. My phone fell onto the carpet, still recording. I tore free and bent to grab it, but Vanessa kicked it through the doorway.

It slid down the hall and stopped beside the glass door to the second-floor deck.

I ran for it.

Dad roared behind me, and Mom’s shrill voice followed. Carter caught my hoodie and jerked hard enough to choke me.

I ripped the collar loose, stumbled through the deck door, and bent to snatch up the phone.

Freezing wind drove fine snow into my face.

I turned around with the phone clutched to my chest. “Don’t come any closer.”

The timer on the screen kept climbing, one second at a time.

Carter stood in front. Dad was directly behind him, while Mom and Vanessa crowded the doorway. Madison had followed them outside but kept her distance.

Not one of them asked whether my wrist was hurt. No one said things had gone far enough.

Dad only stared at my phone. “Delete it.”

“Give me back the money you took.”

“Evelyn, don’t push me.”

“You’re the one who stole from me.”

Something in him snapped. He grabbed the long-handled ice scraper propped against the railing.

Mom didn’t stop him.

The scraper struck my shoulder. Pain shot down my arm, but I kept hold of the phone.

Vanessa watched from the warm doorway. “Delete the recording and nobody has to touch you. You’re the one who always takes things too far.”

Even now, they were making their violence my fault.

I shoved the phone into my coat pocket and headed for the door.

Carter stepped into my path. “The phone stays.”

“Move.”

He reached for my pocket. Madison caught his arm.

“Carter, stop. She’s already hurt.”

He tore free and lunged at me.

I stepped back. The old wooden railing pressed into my spine. Carter’s shoulder crashed into my chest.

The railing cracked behind me.

Wood splintered, and the winter wind dropped away beneath my feet.

I fell.

As the broken railing vanished above me, the last thing I saw was my family’s bloodless faces—and the naked terror in their eyes.
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