The vendor was my parents’ failing construction company.

I watched the screen as Mara pulled up the internal ledger. Nearly $420,000 in corporate capital had been bled out of the firm through fabricated renovation invoices for office upgrades that never happened.

I traced the money. Half had been quietly routed into an offshore account controlled exclusively by Adrian. The remaining half—over two hundred thousand dollars—had been used to extinguish my parents’ crushing personal debts and fully fund the cash deposit on their new retirement home.

I sat back against the pillows, the breath leaving my lungs. They hadn’t just abandoned me. They had all been feeding off me.

Mara turned her laptop toward the bed. “Look at the authorization signatures on the vendor files. Your father personally signed every fraudulent invoice.

Your mother authorized the receiving account.”