“They told me you stole their life savings,” Miller said, shaking his head. I showed him the bank statements and the $800 rent receipts. His expression shifted to genuine disgust.
Miller didn’t quit; he started working for me instead of them. He began digging into my parents’ actual finances. What he found in their tax records made my blood run cold.
Trish took her “performance” to a public, fraudulent level on GoFundMe. She was using my face to solicit thousands of dollars for “treatment.” It was a calculated, criminal scam.
Nathan showed up at my office building with a desperate lie. He told the receptionist my father had suffered a massive heart attack. I almost ran out until Miller called me.
“Your dad is currently mowing the lawn,” Miller reported over the phone. I felt a wave of nausea. They were using life and death as bait to lure me into the open.
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