It read: Double the dose tonight. Peyton arrives tomorrow. We need the assets cleared.

Wyatt’s smile fell into a hollow, terrified blank.

“You knew I was coming home to check on him,” I said, my voice cutting the room like cold steel. “That’s exactly why you meant to end his life Saturday night.”

His eyes darted to the camera in the corner. “I want my attorney. Now.”

“You’re going to need one,” I said, and stood.

The arrests were made before breakfast. My father and mother were booked for kidnapping, aggravated elder abuse, financial conspiracy, forgery, and attempted capital murder.