At 1 A.M., My Parents Demanded $20,000 for My Brother — By Morning, the Police Were at My Door

Emily Wilson.”

Emily flinched like she’d been slapped.

My mother whipped toward her. “Emily? What is she talking about?”

My father jumped in fast, protective. “Anybody could type her name. That doesn’t mean—”

Green nodded agreeably. “True. That’s why we’re verifying. But I’ll ask directly: did any of you contact Olivia last night requesting money?”

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