The man he blamed for the collapse of Reed & Whitaker Construction.
The man he said had stolen from him, betrayed him, and vanished with the money that should have kept our family comfortable forever.
The man I had been raised to hate.
My father’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
Thomas looked at him through the glass.
Then he raised one hand, not in greeting, but as if reminding my father that ghosts eventually learned how to knock.
My mother stepped back.
Brent moved first, rushing to the door with the careless confidence of a man who still believed anger could solve everything.
“What the hell is this?” he snapped, pulling the door open.
The silver-haired woman gave him a polite glance. “Good morning. I’m Evelyn March, attorney for Northstar Holdings and legal representative for Mr. Thomas Reed in matters related to the Whitaker family estate.”
