One late afternoon, I sat in my home office, the sun was casting long shadows across the room. There was tension in the thick air, and my mind was all over the place, I thought about everything that had happened in the past few weeks. James kept on acting strange, even more distant yet controlling. I wanted to brush off the unsettling feeling, but I couldn't. My suspicion grew stronger.
My father had been meticulous with bookkeeping, which had always been a source of pride for him, he kept detailed records of every transaction. I hadn’t thought much about it until I stumbled upon a file tucked in the corner of my father’s old safe, which I inherited after his passing. Looking through the documents, I saw financial records dating back years, and property bearing my family’s name.
The bulk
