“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

“If there are illegal financial records in that book, then knowing who had physical access to the room that day helps us build a timeline,” Gabriel said.

I glanced down at the emergency custody filing on my bed.

The false accusations about my mental health, the forged signature on the corporate loan, the hidden storage unit, the locked blue ledger.

It all tied together.

Their sudden attempt to take my daughter was directly related to financial crimes they were desperate to coverup.

I still didn’t understand why they had chosen this particular moment to attack.

“Why the rush to emergency custody after I was pushed down the stairs?’I enquired.