Chapter Sixteen
“A fight with the feds is a fight you won’t win, Andy,” Neil said.
Sara stared at the clock, seeing that it wasn’t that far from dawn. Devon was on a bar stool at the kitchen island, his head in his hands, and Neil had her dad off to the side in the kitchen, as well.
Andy wasn’t going to let his daughter walk out that door, and Sara had been listening to her uncle try to reason with him.
Chelsea was still in the living room with everyone, yet Sara hadn’t been able to make herself take one step into that room and say anything to her sister. She took in the man she loved so much, who had dropped everything for her, for her family, including their wedding, because of the mess her sister was in.
Maybe that was why she was so angry.
“You haven’t said anything to your siste
