Trevor to Kristen.
Sent three hours before his birthday dinner.
She is bringing another stupid sentimental gift tonight.
If she starts the “I built everything” speech, I may lose it.
Kristen:
Then lose it.
Maybe she needs to be scared of you for once.
I stopped breathing.
Daniel swore under his breath.
Ana looked down.
My son’s violence had not been entirely spontaneous.
Maybe he did not decide:
I will hit Mom thirty times.
But Kristen had been feeding anger.
Encouraging intimidation.
And Trevor had chosen to act.
I asked:
“Did you send this to police?”
Ana nodded.
“Yes.”
Good.
Then she took another document from the folder.
“I also found something about the house.”
“What?”
“The buyer.”
I frowned.
“What about them?”
The River Oaks property had been sold under the fast private arrangement Daniel structured.
The buyer was Harbor House Foundation.
I knew that much now.
A nonprofit with real-estate investors behind it.
