“I’m your son.”

“That doesn’t make you the owner of my life,” Abigail said.

Lawson advised securing the phone, notifying the banks, and filing a police report. Spencer began to beg.

“Garrick planned all of it from the start.”

“He proposed the crime,” Abigail said. “You opened the door.”

That same afternoon she signed the criminal complaint. Her hand shook around the pen, but for the first time in years, she was protecting herself.