a team of law enforcement officers stormed in, their badges gleaming in the dim light of the lakehouse. Kyle’s laughter died in his throat, replaced by a mixture of shock and fear. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.
“Mr. Kyle Thompson?” a stern officer barked, stepping forward. Kyle nodded, his bravado crumbling. “You’re under arrest for fraud and unauthorized access to financial accounts.”
The room filled with chaos. My sister Allison’s face morphed from confusion to horror as she processed what was happening. “Rebecca, what is this? What’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling.
