When the audit started, Reagan gave him your passwords and put the fake files on your computer. Carter got into your apartment with a spare key. I found it in his bag.”

My whole world flipped upside down.

“They also forged my signature to take out cash and change my will while I was completely drugged up on meds,” my dad continued, struggling to breathe.

“There are medical reports, emails, and receipts here. I didn’t go to the cops because I didn’t know who to trust. Reagan said she was protecting me, but she was just keeping me prisoner.”

My dad took a deep breath.

“And there’s one more thing, Finnley. If she told you I’m buried next to your mother, she’s lying. Don’t let her decide where my story ends.”