“They did.”

“His personal credit cards were declined at a restaurant in Denver three hours ago.”

“He tried to run a transaction for twelve hundred dollars, and it was flagged.”

I pictured Daniel sitting at a steakhouse, his face turning red as the waiter handed back his card.

He would have blamed the bank, then he would have blamed me.

He would have told Ava that I was trying to ruin their lives.

“Let him stew,” I said.

“What about Ava’s school accounts?”

Sarah sighed and pulled out a smaller document.

“He stopped paying her private school tuition three months ago.”

“He was pocketing the money you sent for her enrollment.”

The school had sent three warning letters, all directed to an email address Daniel had set up specifically to hide them from me.

My chest tightened.

Even with his own daughter, his selfishness knew no limits.

“He let her believe I was the one withholding her future,” I said.

“He let her write those lies about me to keep her on his side.”

“Yes,” Sarah said quietly.