I didn’t answer.
At 9:17, my dad texted.
This is unnecessary. Let’s talk.
At 9:24, Bianca called Alec.
Alec texted me.
She’s freaking out, saying, “You’re trying to ruin the family.”
I replied, “No, just telling the truth.”
By noon, I got an email back from my dad.
It was full of half-hearted justifications. How the money had always been meant for Bianca. How they planned to make it up to me eventually. How I’d never expressed interest in those assets.
Not once did he deny the transfers.
Not once did he apologize.
I replied once more, “Thank you for confirming. I’ll consider my next steps.”
I didn’t sue them. I didn’t want to be entangled in their lives any longer than I had to be.
Instead, I sent everything to the university Bianca had just enrolled in, along with a tip to their financial aid office about undeclared funds and potential fraudulent financial aid applications.
The travel fund my parents had created in her name, it hadn’t been disclosed and the university took that seriously.
Bianca lost her scholarship by the end of the month.
The travel fund was frozen.
My parents had to reapply for her visa with new documentation, but their bank accounts were under review for suspicious movement.
The house, it didn’t sell.
Apparently, Alen had been filed on it during one of the property transfers they tried to sneak through in my name.
Without my signature clearing it, the title couldn’t pass and I wasn’t in a hurry to sign anything.
They called again, emailed, pleaded.
My mom finally wrote, “We made mistakes. Please come home. We miss you.”