*Darren*

Gordon had been there after my parents died. He was one of the few people who didn’t hesitate to offer support. I respected that. I always had. But that respect didn’t grant his daughter a free pass.

Gordon sat across from me, his hands clenched together. His eyes darted as he weighed his words. “Darren, listen,” he started, his tone careful, almost pleading. “I know Lisa’s behavior was… out of line. But calling the police would bring scandal. Do you ...