“Think of Sophie.”

She looked at me for the first time.

“Sophie, honey, tell your father to stop this.”

“He is destroying our family.”

I stepped closer to my father, wrapping my arm through his.

“You destroyed it when you tried to take everything he worked for,” I said.

Her face hardened again, the fake warmth vanishing in an instant.

“You ungrateful little brat,” she hissed.

“I raised you in luxury.”

“No,” I said. “Dad did.”

“While you were spending his money and pretending he was nothing.”

The second police officer walked down the driveway.

“Ma’am, we need you to step away from the vehicle,” he told Claire.

“We are impounding the Mercedes.”

“It was purchased with funds from the corporate account.”

Claire gasped.

“My car?” she said.

“You can’t take my car!”

“It is registered to Whitaker Construction,” my father said.

“And as the CEO, I am revoking your access to it.”

A flatbed tow truck was already pulling up to the curb behind our truck.

Claire looked around, looking smaller than I had ever seen her.