The evidence showed I had not ordered or collected the medicine.

Then there was the thing that devastated me most.

Dad had known there was a problem with the name on the prescription before the night he threw me out.

A representative from the insurer had contacted him because the claim did not match part of my medical history.

He told the representative he’d resolve it within the household.

In a later interview, he admitted he’d suspected Tiffany was using my details, but said he’d assumed the clinic had made an error and he wanted to avoid “family embarrassment.”

When he saw the bottle in Tiffany’s hand, he decided I must have been hiding something after all.