When her father pinned her to the marble floor and her sister kicked her ribs, police tactical boots finally smashed through the glass doors.

The rain poured heavily outside the small, rundown diner on 4th Street, sweeping across the fogged windows.

Inside, sitting in a dark booth near the back, was Tyler Vance. He wore a damp hoodie, his hands clutching a mug of black coffee. His sports car had been repossessed three days earlier, his luxury apartment locked by the landlord. He was down to his last eighty dollars.

The diner bell chimed, and Rebecca walked in, shaking her umbrella before stepping toward the back booth.

She sat down across from her brother, placing her leather handbag on the vinyl seat beside her.

Tyler didn't look up. He stared down at his coffee cup, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Did you come to watch me starve, Becca?”

“No,” Rebecca said softly. “I came to see if you were ready to tell the truth.”

Tyler let out a bitter, wet laugh. “The truth? The truth is Dad used my name on every shell company he built! I was twenty-two when he made me sign those papers, Becca! I didn't even know what an offshore trust was! I was stupid! I just wanted him to be proud of me!”

Rebecca watched him silently. In her mind, she remembered Tyler as a boy—before Arthur pulled him into the business, before Madison taught him to look down on working people.

“You signed the papers, Tyler,” Rebecca said gently. “You took the money. You bought the car, the watch, the lifestyle. You knew it was wrong.”

“I know!” Tyler sobbed, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving. “I know it was wrong! I wanted out two years ago, but Dad told me if I said anything, he’d let me take the entire fall! He told me he’d tell the police it was all my idea!”

Rebecca reached across the table and placed her hand over her brother’s trembling wrist.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, Tyler,” Rebecca said quietly. “The prosecutor is willing to offer you a full immunity deal in exchange for state testimony against Dad and Madison. But you have to give up everything you bought with that stolen money.”

Tyler looked up through his tears, his face raw with emotion. “I don't care about the money, Becca. I don't care about the car or the apartment. I just want my life back. I want my sister back.”