She stood on shaky legs, one hand on her belly.
“You have eighty-five million dollars. I’m pregnant. Jamal is gone. Mom and Dad are ruined. You can’t just walk away.”
I studied her.
The sister who had mouthed pack your bags at me less than three hours earlier.
The sister who wanted my home, my rights, my silence.
Now she wanted rescue.
“You’re right,” I said.
Hope flashed across her face.
“I am not just walking away.”
Patricia inhaled.
Richard looked up.
Brittany touched her stomach.
I let them have that hope for one second.
Then I took it back.
“I am filing civil suits against all of you. Defamation. Attempted theft. Abuse of process. Intentional infliction of emotional distress. If the SEC does not freeze it first, I will come for every dollar connected to this scheme.”
Brittany’s lips parted.
“You can’t do that to family.”
