The thought settled uncomfortably in my stomach, and Charlotte’s smug smile flashed through my mind.
“Dad has been talking to lawyers.”
She wanted me worried, but would she go this far?
I honestly didn’t know anymore, and part of me wanted to dismiss the idea immediately.
The other part remembered exactly who my sister was, and she had spent years turning people against me whenever it suited her.
She knew how to hurt people without ever leaving fingerprints behind, and I folded my arms while looking at the spray-painted wall.
“I’ve got a suspicion,” I said, and Trevor looked up from his paperwork.
“Someone specific?” he asked, and I hesitated.
“Not someone I can prove,” I said.
“Unfortunately, suspicion isn’t evidence,” he said, nodding his head.
“I know,” I said.
“And without e
