“The investigation into Brandon’s affairs is going to be very thorough, Ava,” my father said softly. “As the bank’s regional director, I have a duty to flag any accounts that might be linked to suspicious activity. Your savings are now frozen pending a full internal review.”

“That’s illegal,” Arthur said, his voice rising in anger. “She has no connection to Brandon’s commercial lines.”

“The system works slowly when fraud is suspected, Arthur,” my father replied smoothly. “It could take months. Years, even. How will you pay your rent tomorrow, Ava?”

The reality of his words hit me like a physical blow.

My rent was due in less than twelve hours, and my landlord did not accept excuses.

Before I could speak, a sharp knock sounded on the front door behind us.

The frosted glass showed the silhouette of a tall figure standing in the rain.

I walked past my father and pulled the heavy oak door open.

Cold rain sprayed across my face, smelling of wet asphalt and dead leaves.

Brandon stood on the porch, his expensive wool coat drenched and clinging to his shoulders.