Timothy's POV
Dad storms into my apartment at six in the morning.
No knock. No warning. Just the sound of the door slamming open and his footsteps echoing across the hardwood.
"We need to talk." His voice fills the space. "Now."
I'm already awake. Haven't slept in three days, not since I got the anonymous email with proof of what he did to Penelope's family.
"About what?" I stand up from the couch. My back aches from sitting in the same position all night. "Your corruption? Your lies? Your complete destruction of an innocent family?"
Dad's eyes narrow. "You've been talking to someone."
"I've been reading." I grab the printed documents from the coffee table. "Financial records, emails that you framed Penelope's father years ago."
"Where did you get those?" His voice drops.
"Does it
