How My Family Stole My Future and Exposed Their Own Darkest Secrets
“Keep this with you,” she said. “Do not leave it in your dorm.”
My phone vibrated violently in my coat pocket, the sudden buzz making both of us jump.
I pulled it out, expecting a threatening text from my father or a panicked call from my mother.
Instead, the screen showed an unknown number.
I slid my thumb across the screen to unlock it, my eyes scanning the text.
*Ava, it’s Sean,* the message read.
My breath caught in my throat.
Sean was Brandon’s former business partner, the man my brother had betrayed and left with millions in debt.
*I know what your parents did to your grandmother’s estate,* the next text read.
*They think they burned everything, but they didn’t.*
I stared at the glowing screen, my thumb hovering over the glass.
*What do you mean?* I typed back, my hands trembling.
Dean Vance watched me, her eyebrows drawing together in concern.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, my eyes still glued to the screen.
A three-dot typing bubble appeared on my phone, bouncing up and down.