“He told them he was living in the cabin to manage the foundation repairs,” Adam said, his fingers tightening around the brass piece until his knuckles went white. “He told me he was buying a truck to haul the wood. He lies about everything.”
“They know he is not at the cabin now,” Lauren said, though her own chest tightened with a familiar, cold dread. She reached down to touch his shoulder, but he pulled back slightly, his attention returning to the pawn. “They are staying here tonight to help us figure this out.”
“They always took his side when we lived in the big house,” Adam said, his eyes fixed on the street below where a passing car threw long shadows across the peeling wallpaper of the living room. “He is their son. He is the lawyer. I am just the kid who does not want to go to his weekend visits.”
