remained steady.
“I don’t like that person.”
“Then don’t keep being her.”
She looked at me.
“That simple?”
“No.”
I smiled slightly.
“But the sentence is simple.”
She accepted that.
The following Monday, Bellweather Hospitality released Derek’s final contract payment.
He repaid the full amount removed from my parents’ account.
Then he did something none of us expected.
He brought the records to Dad himself.
Every receipt.
Every invoice.
Every transfer.
He laid them on the kitchen table.
“I want you to see where everything went.”
Dad pushed the papers
