დ Rosalie დ
A few days of digging finally landed me a name. It hadn’t been easy, especially since I had run into so many dead ends. But as I sat in my father’s office yet again with the lamp casting a weak circle of light across the desk, I had it. My laptop was open, my notebook sat to the right of it, already filled with dates, amounts, and enough sharp little observations to make my hand ache. I had spent the last few days cross-checking everything I could get my hands on. Payments from me. Transfers from my mother. A pattern that never broke. No matter how many times I looked at it, the rage stayed fresh. My mother hadn’t missed one. Not one. Every time I had sent her money, she had passed most of it on.
I should have noticed sooner.
That thought came back often. Ugly and useless, b
