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He went quiet, then whispered, “I gave them eighty thousand dollars.”
That was when the lawsuit stopped being just about me.
My father’s employer, a regional insurance firm, became involved after Daniel discovered my father had used his work email to send some of the condo-related financial statements. My mother’s church friends found out when Aunt Linda, still defending them, accidentally posted too much on Facebook.
The image my parents had built for decades—responsible father, devoted mother, struggling golden child—started collapsing piece by piece.
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