104 Sundays of Lies

her voice dripping with amusement. "Swal

ent on the cold floor. I press

g in a glass follows. "Another two hundred grand wired this morning.

a low purr. "We' ve siphoned over a million dollars. W

s our little princess keeps resetting every Sunday, the money keeps flo

ave of relief washes ov

Maria says. "You n

han says dismissively.

t. I hear a soft,

t can

lly, open the do

tangled in his hair. They' re kissing. Not a friendly peck. A deep, passion

friend.

ds, the concerned looks-all of it, a performance. A car

t before burns through

the do

. My voice is quiet, but

is a mask of shock. Maria looks f

ding up. "It' s not what it

my eyes locked on Maria. "You.

in your shadow my whole life. Your money, your perfect family, your effortless su

o steal my life in

going to do. I just need to make her f

y arm, but I

hoves m

you pathetic amnes

e. The world spins, and then the

corner of the mar

rything g