“Enough about me.” I cut him off. I could no longer stand Barry’s groveling and grandstanding. I wanted to get to the truth, and I wanted to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. “I know about your daughter’s actions.”

“Olivia?” Crumbs fell from Barry’s mouth as his face paled.

I shook my head. “The other one.” I didn’t even want to say her name.

Barry’s face lit up. “Ah, Ava. My golden child. She’s a ...