The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid

I shook my head.

Then I remembered the call I’d overheard two days earlier, and my stomach tightened.

“Dad knew about a prescription in my name before Tiffany found it,” I said.

Ruiz’s pen stopped.

“How do you know?”

I told her about standing halfway down the staircase, hearing him speak about an insurance problem, and being dismissed when I asked.

I remembered the exact phrase: “The claim went through under her name.

We’ll straighten it out.”