Selfish
Genevieve The door to my father’s office swung shut behind me with a heavy finality. I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to. He looked up from his papers, startled but recovering quickly, offering me the warm smile that used to feel like home. Now it made my stomach turn. “Sweetheart,” he said, standing. “Is everything alright?” I threw the envelope onto his desk. The one that had Claudia’s name on it. The one with the surveillance timestamps. The bribe logs. The autopsy report with inconsistencies and a forged signature. And his name. Everything. His expression flickered for just a second. “Where did you get this?” he asked, voice tightening. My hands were shaking. “I could ask you the same thing. But I know where it came from. You paid to have Claudia silenced.” His brows furrowed, a
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