The first thing George saw as he arrived home was Iris standing in the driveway, hands clenched tightly by her sides, eyes red, shoulders hunched, looking every bit like a victim who had just been wronged by the world.
He frowned.
“Ris?”
Her head snapped up at the sound of her nickname and the moment she saw him, her voice broke on cue. “Brother,” she rushed at him, practically throwing herself into his arms.
George staggered backwards, grunting as he held her and stared down at her.
“You're finally back.” She wept.
George’s frown deepened. Just then, movement from upfront caught his attention.
He glanced up just in time to see an expensive sports car pulling out of the driveway through the exit section of the gate.
Something about the car—about how expensive and
