My stepmother sl:ammed the door in my face after telling me, “Your father was bu:ried without you.” I didn’t scream, I didn’t beg; I walked straight to the cemetery with my prison clothes still in my backpack. But there I discovered there was no grave… only a secret letter that could destroy it.

Inside was a piece of paper signed by Carter, where he admitted to using my login to steal the money. Underneath his signature, my dad wrote: They took your freedom, Finnley. Don’t let them keep the truth.

At the very bottom of the folder, I found a copy of the funeral home paperwork. When I looked at the address, I couldn’t even breathe.

They hadn’t just framed me for the robbery. They had hidden my dad’s body too.

Looking at that address made me realize Reagan had absolutely no mercy, even after my dad died.

PART 3

I didn’t go running to Reagan’s house that night. If this was three years ago, I probably would have broken down her door and screamed at her. But that would play right into her hands, giving her a reason to call the cops and say I was still a dangerous criminal.