Eclipse’s POV.
Three days later, we were practically bouncing off the walls, waiting for Dad to finally be released. But instead of Dad walking through the door, a police officer showed up, dropping a bomb that they were keeping him in custody for more digging.
“What do you mean by that?” Mom asked, her voice tight with worry.
“Could you please tell us exactly what’s going on?” I asked the officer, who then explained that they’d found some kind of proof of tax evasion and that the documents were being sent off for further investigation. After delivering that gut punch, the officer left, and I swear my legs just gave out. I practically collapsed onto the sofa, completely stunned.
“How can this be?” I whispered to myself. There’s just no way. Dad has always been so meticulous about every
