Timothy's POV

Dad storms into my apartment at six in the morning.

No knock. No warning. Just the sound of the door slamming open and his footsteps echoing across the hardwood.

"We need to talk." His voice fills the space. "Now."

I'm already awake. Haven't slept in three days. Not since I got the anonymous email with proof of what he did to Penelope's family.

"About what?" I stand up from the couch. My back aches from sitting in the same position all night. "Your corruption? Your lies? Your ...