I lowered myself onto the floor, the room spinning around me.
“Dad, I went there to close a major contract. Nobody stopped me, nobody investigated me, and I came back early because I finished the job ahead of schedule.”
My father shut his eyes, his whole body seeming to collapse beneath the weight of what he had just realized.
“Then he lied to me. He used my love for you to steal from me.”
I reached out and carefully took the paper from his trembling hand, reading the words printed across it. It was a notarized power of attorney, granting Kyle complete legal authority to mortgage my father’s house and the farmland surrounding it in rural Nebraska. The same house where I had grown up, where photographs of my late mother were kept, and where my father planned to live out the final years of his life.
“Did you actually sign this, Dad?”
“Yes, my dear. Kyle took me to a notary office and told me it was the only way to get a quick emergency loan to pay your legal fees. They were supposed to release the money to him at the bank today. Three million dollars.”
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