She smiled.
“Because Dad already has paperwork saying it’s his.”
That was when my anger disappeared.
Anger was useless.
Evidence wasn’t.
I smiled back.
“Good.”
Her expression shifted.
“Good?”
I picked up my phone.
“Now I know exactly what you did.”
By breakfast the next morning, Madison and Laura had convinced themselves I’d surrendered.
I ate quietly while Madison scrolled through photos Derek had posted online.
There was my Yukon parked outside his apartment.
One photo showed Derek leaning against the hood with the caption: Finally upgraded.
Madison deliberately turned her screen toward me.
“Looks good on him, doesn’t it?”
“Beautiful,” I said.
Laura visibly relaxed.
What they didn’t know was that by 6:14 that morning, I had downloaded every photo, backed up our security footage, contacted my insurance company, and spoken with a detective I knew professionally.
More importantly, I had discovered how Derek intended to steal the SUV permanently.
Madison had taken my original title.
But Derek hadn’t forged my signature himself.
