I look up to my brothers, speechless.
I stare back down at the photo of Chloe Bennett. She’s wearing her yellow dress… the same one she was wearing yesterday. My eyebrows rise by themselves as I try to make sense of this.
“When was this taken?”
“No idea, but it had to be lately. She has the bracelet that you bought her.”
I glance down to her arm, and sure enough, the diamond-and-gold bracelet is on her arm.
Can it be?
I frown—a clusterfuck of questions… not my Chloe Bennett, no.
“We know it’s not you,” Elliot says. “You’ve been hacked; we will prove it. I promise you.”
“What?” I frown, unable to string a sentence together. I drag my eyes up to my brothers in confusion.
“There’ve been transfers, Elias. Millions of dollars have left our bank accounts with your password,” Christopher
