The screen went black.

I stayed there for hours, going through everything. There were bank transfers for millions, text messages between Carter and a crooked accountant, and photos proving someone was using my computer while I was out at work sites.

Then I found a red folder labeled “THE CONFESSION.”

Inside was a piece of paper signed by Carter, where he admitted to using my login to steal the money. Underneath his signature, my dad had written: They took your freedom, Finnley.

Don’t let them keep the truth.

At the very bottom of the folder, I found a copy of the funeral home paperwork. When I saw the address, I couldn’t even breathe.