room doesn’t exist anymore. I remodeled everything.”
Then Ian appeared at the top of the staircase.
My stepbrother walked down slowly with a crooked smile. Before I went to prison, the last thing I knew about him was that he owed money on gambling debts, credit cards, and loans no respectable lender would have approved. Now he wore an expensive watch, a designer shirt, and a confidence that made me sick.
“Well, look at that,” he said. “The thief came back for his inheritance.”
“I came for my father,” I
