“What do we do?” I whispered.

“We have more than enough for grand theft and financial exploitation of a disabled minor,” Vance said. “But I need you to act normal for just two days. We are securing the warrants. Can you do that?”

“I can do it,” I said. My voice was suddenly very quiet, very steady. Something older and colder had taken over.

For two days, I played the victim. I didn’t answer their texts. When Julie called to ask if I was “still mad at Greg,” I told her I was just tired and depressed. She sounded relieved. She told me we should all have Sunday dinner at Mom’s house to clear the air.

I agreed.

On Sunday afternoon, I drove to my mother’s house. I brought Leo. I carried him inside and sat him in his special chair at the dining table.

My mother had made a pot roast. Julie was there, her shiny new SUV parked proudly in the driveway. Greg was sitting at the head of the table, looking smug and victorious. He still had that silver anchor keychain hanging from his belt loop.

“I’m glad you’re being sensible, Sarah,” my mother said, passing the carrots. “Family has to come first. We have to forgive and move on.”

“Exactly,” Julie chimed in, adjusting her gold bracelet. “We’re all we have.”

I looked at them. I looked at the food. I didn’t eat a single bite.

“You’re right,” I said, smiling with my soul bleeding behind my teeth. “Family is everything.”

At exactly 5:15 PM, there was a heavy knock on the front door. My mother frowned. “Who is that?”

I didn’t answer. I just reached over and took Leo’s hand.

Greg stood up to open the door. He didn’t even get to turn the knob before it was pushed open. Detective Vance and three uniformed officers walked into the living room.

“Greg Miller?” Vance asked.

Greg turned pale as a sheet. “What is this? Sarah, what did you do?”

“You are under arrest for grand theft and financial exploitation,” Vance said calmly. An officer grabbed Greg’s arms and pulled them behind his back. The handcuffs clicked.

Julie stood up, knocking her chair over. “This is a mistake! I didn’t do anything!”

“Julie Miller, you need to step away from the table,” another officer said, producing a second set of cuffs. She started screaming, her face twisting into something ugly and terrified.