Part 2: The Family’s Betrayal
Cassidy had always been the “golden child.” Every reckless choice, every misstep, had been absorbed by our parents. College failures? Blamed on professors. Car accidents while drunk? Lawyers paid, my inheritance quietly drained to cover her mistakes. And now, she had escalated to a full-scale betrayal—drunk driving, crashing into a civilian minivan, leaving the scene, and framing me.
For years, I had been the quiet achiever, the one who moved states away, built a career as a senior data analyst in logistics, and insulated myself from their chaos with logic and spreadsheets. But logic was all I had left now.
At the precinct, the officers ignored my protests as they led me past blinking monitors and ringing phones, thinking that I would crack under the pressure. They assumed that fear, tears, or panic would render me compliant.
They assumed wrong.
