My brother had managed to trigger every concern quickly.
The detectives arrested him for assault and questioned him about financial exploitation, forgery, identity theft, and money laundering.
At the doorway, Marcus looked toward our relatives for help.
No one moved.
Uncle Raymond lowered his eyes.
Aunt Celia handed me a towel.
Vanessa started crying when an investigator explained that the accounts used to buy her jewelry and car had been frozen.
Marcus twisted toward me.
“Elena, tell them this is a misunderstanding.”
I stepped closer, calm now.
“For ten years, whenever you needed money, Dad rescued you. Whenever you humiliated me, he asked me to be patient because you were family. You mistook mercy for permission.”
