I handed him my replacement passport and the flash drive containing every document.
Forged signatures.
IRS notices.
Loan agreements.
Extortion demands.
Proof they locked me inside the storage room.
As Rollins read through the papers, the confidence drained from Richard’s face.
Finally, Rollins looked up slowly.
“You reported your daughter for stealing from a company she legally appears to own,” he said calmly. “You also initiated federal concerns involving a passport theft claim connected to possible impersonation. Do you understand how serious this is?”
Nobody answered.
The word federal changed everything.
Two airport officers stepped toward my parents immediately.
Phones rose all around the terminal as strangers recorded the collapse of the perfect Cook family.
Rollins looked back at me.
“You have the right to file formal charges immediately,” he said.
For one long moment, I stared at my parents.
I expected satisfaction.
Anger.
