Chapter 1 – THE INK WASN’T EVEN DRY YET

I stared at the forged signature on the dealership paperwork.

My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.

My own father had forged my name to sell the only thing I had left of Grandpa.

Madison stood in my doorway, trembling.

“Olivia,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What are you going to do?”

I didn’t answer.

I grabbed the papers and marched down the hallway.

The house was quiet. The graduation guests had left hours ago.

Dad was sitting in his leather recliner in the living room, watching a baseball game with the volume turned down.

Mom was in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher.

“Dad,” I said.

He didn’t look away from the screen. “I told you to stay in your room, Olivia.”

I walked over and dropped the dealership receipt right onto his lap.

He finally looked down.

For a second, his face went completely blank. Then, his jaw tightened.

“Where did you get this?”

“Madison found it in your desk,” I said. “You forged my signature.”

Mom walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Dad calmly folded the papers and slipped them into his shirt pocket.

“Nothing, Martha. Olivia is just being dramatic again.”

“Dramatic?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You sold my truck to a classic car dealer for eighteen thousand dollars! You forged my name on the authorization form!”

Mom’s face went pale. “David? What is she talking about?”

Dad stood up. He didn’t look guilty. He looked annoyed.

“I did what I had to do,” he said coldly. “That old man owed me.”

I felt a sickening knot in my stomach. “Grandpa didn’t owe you anything. He paid off this house for you ten years ago.”

“He owed me respect!” Dad snapped. “He left a valuable asset to an eighteen-year-old girl instead of his own son. The dealership is coming at 6:00 AM tomorrow. It’s done.”

“It’s not done,” I said. “I have the keys. I’ll drive it to Aunt Linda’s right now.”

I turned toward the front door, but Dad was faster.

He grabbed my wrist, his grip painfully tight.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let her go!” Madison suddenly shouted from the hallway.

We all froze. Madison never raised her voice.

She stepped into the living room, clutching a heavy brass keychain.

My keychain.

“I moved the truck,” Madison said, her hands shaking. “While you were fighting outside. I parked it three blocks away behind the old grocery store.”

Dad’s face turned purple. “Madison, go get those keys right now.”

“No,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “It’s Olivia’s.”

Dad let go of my wrist and took a threatening step toward her.

But I stepped between them.

“Don’t you touch her.”

Mom finally rushed forward, standing in front of Madison. “David, stop! She’s just a child!”

Dad glared at all of us.

“Fine,” he sneered. “You think you’re so smart, Olivia? You think that truck is just a truck?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out Grandpa’s old gold pocket watch.

The one Aunt Linda said had been lost.

“He didn’t leave you that truck because you’re his favorite mechanic,” Dad whispered cruelly. “He left it to you because he hid something inside it. Something that belongs to me.”

I stared at the watch, my mind racing.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Dad smiled. It was a cold, empty smile.

“Why don’t you check the false bottom under the passenger seat, Olivia? Assuming your perfect grandfather didn’t lie to you about that, too.”

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