“Both of us?”
He nodded.
“You were always busy. I wanted to contribute.”
I stared at him.
“So you used a company connected to Savannah to receive payments from my business?”
His face tightened.
“It wasn’t that simple.”
“Then make it simple.”
He looked down.
“I made mistakes.”
Dad spoke for the first time.
“Mistakes have explanations. Financial transactions have records.”
Brandon’s jaw tightened.
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
Dad leaned back.
“Then you chose an unfortunate audience.”
My attorney cleared her throat and redirected the discussion to the proposed civil settlement.
Brandon wanted concessions.
He wanted the company to withdraw certain claims in exchange for partial repayment.
Our attorney explained that any agreement would depend on documented disclosures and could not control independent action by authorities.
I listened.
Then finally asked Brandon something that had haunted me since the courthouse.
“Why did you try to buy Savannah that necklace?”
