My Family Laughed When Police Came to Arrest Me. They Didn’t Know Who Was About to Enter the Room.

“That ring Tiffany’s wearing,” I said, “the one she keeps flashing at the camera—it was his.”

“He earned it,” my father snapped, standing. “Enough. We’re done discussing this.”

“Are we? Because I see debt schedules here that don’t look symbolic at all.”

He stiffened. “You don’t understand how finances work.”

“I understand numbers. These are bad ones.”

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