Megan gasped. “Ryan?”

Ryan looked at Dad.

Dad lowered his eyes toward the driveway.

That was when the full plan became clear.

Ryan had not simply intended to occupy my house.

He had created a false arrangement claiming that I rented my own lake house to him for one dollar each month, with Dad pretending to be the landlord.

Marisol handed my father one last document.

“And there is one more problem,” she said. “Claire is not the only person you tried this with.”

Every trace of color left Dad’s face.

Part 3:

My father stared down at the document as though it had attacked him.