taking care of me, but she kept me imprisoned in my own house.”
My father closed his eyes for a moment.
“And if she told you I’m buried beside your mother, she lied about that too. Don’t let her decide where my story ends.”
The video ended.
I spent hours going through the folders. There were multimillion-dollar transfers, messages between Ian and a corrupt accountant, photographs of my computer open on dates when I was out of town.
Then I found a red folder.
Its label read:
CONFESSION.
Inside was
