The fallout came faster than I expected.
Two weeks later, I was sitting in my Malibu apartment with a cup of coffee cooling untouched beside me. The ocean was visible through the windows, quiet and blue, while Dallas burned on my laptop screen.
The local news headline appeared first.
Local Tech Mogul and Parents Arrested in Massive Federal Fraud Scheme.
I watched Kyle step out of a building in handcuffs, his expensive suit wrinkled, his face drained of every ounce of arrogance. He kept looking around as if someone would fix it for him.
No one did.
Then my parents appeared.
My father was not smirking anymore. My mother looked smaller than I remembered, her mouth tight, her eyes lowered. For years, they had stood behind Kyle like he was a king.
Now they stood behind him like accomplices.
I did not smile.
I simply watched the truth arrive.