My Family Expected Me To Take The Fall—They Didn’t Know What I’d Found

for, tied to your email. They’ll see a neat pattern.”

“You can’t prove we knew,” my mother said quickly.

“That’s where this comes in.” I lifted my phone. “You just spent half an hour discussing how I’m going to prison so Beatrice doesn’t have to. How you used the money. How you needed me to ‘take the fall.’ That’s called consciousness of guilt.”

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