My parents and younger sister laughed loudly at my wedding. “Of course only a cripple would marry a failure like her,”

My mother gripped my father’s arm. He stared at Adrian, then at Samuel, as if waiting for someone to admit this was a performance.

“That’s impossible,” he said. “Our majority lender would never approve a sale.”

“They requested it,” Samuel replied. “After reviewing the evidence of covenant fraud, falsified inventory, and diverted loan proceeds.”

My father’s face hardened. “Claire.”

I said nothing.