Three days before the crash, my dad had argued with him.
Something about “borrowing against the kids’ future.”
Everything changed after that.
Security footage showed Diane secretly paying off the nurse who changed her statement.
And a hidden mechanical report revealed something far worse:
The brake lines in my parents’ car had been tampered with.
If my uncle wanted our inheritance badly enough to lie…
to manipulate…
to throw us out like trash…
Then one question remained:
Had he wanted it badly enough to kill?
