Luca

The next morning, I got a text from Dad. I wanted to ignore it, but I didn’t dare.

I didn’t want to be a part of what was going on, but I knew I couldn’t separate myself from it, either. I’d feel guilty if I did nothing and that poor rich woman thought she’d met a couple of crooks.

Come over to breakfast, meet the family.

I frowned because his message didn’t make much sense to me. What family? He didn’t mean him and the woman he was planning to con, right?

Whatever.

He made me stop yesterday, but the guilt had been killing me since I’d turned my...