She Left Me a Weapon
Ryan couldn’t look at her. He shut his eyes and locked his jaw.
“You brought a crowbar to my house in the middle of the night,” I said, stepping closer to my father, looking into his panicked, pathetic eyes. “You tried to convince the world I was insane.
You tried to lock me in a cage you built yourself, to cover up your crimes.”
“I am your father!” he pleaded, tears running into the rain on his cheeks. “I did what I had to do to keep this family from going under! You owe us loyalty!”
I looked at him for a long moment.
“Mom didn’t leave me this money to hide,” I said. “She left me a weapon to cut the rot out of my life.”