Allison's POV

I squinted my gaze up at him. “What do you mean he disappeared with your money and goods and that he is an interesting man? Or you had him killed.” I demanded, my tone sharp and scathing. The words blared out of me even before I knew it did, so there was no chance to filter the hate in them. How dare he accuse my father of being a thief.

His eyes narrowed on me too, trailing down my face to my hands trembling on the postcards. His gaze narrowed even more and more when they ...