I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

have time for pity, Patricia,” Victor said from his chair, his voice stronger today, fueled by pure spite and the prospect of revenge. “We have work to do.”

Patricia sat on the edge of the sofa, opening her briefcase on her lap with crisp, efficient movements. She pulled out a thick legal file.

“I brought the portfolio documents you asked for,” she said,continue reading …