Madison Frost
I was leaning against the shiny SUV, waiting for the last school bell to ring. Managing the list of chores, I finished early and completed most of tomorrow’s list. I was trying to distract myself from this so-called date, but the closer the time came, the more my stomach twisted into knots. The only thought that kept me sane was that I had a lawyer for my father.
He called before I left the house to inform me that he would be meeting with my father tomorrow, and he had already pulled the file. He's currently looking over the evidence against him. I explained to him that my father wasn’t good with computers or technology. He could barely text, let alone transfer money between accounts. And he definitely wouldn’t be able to cover up the digital footprint.
Mr. Thorton assured
