Instead, Matthew became terrifyingly calm.
He opened the glove compartment, pulled out a blue folder and his phone, and started recording.
Do not let anyone leave, he said quietly.
Even my mother took a step back.
Matthew walked closer to the building entrance with that folder in his hand and looked at each of them one by one.
You just ruined your lives, he said.
My father laughed once, but it sounded forced.
Danielle did not laugh at all.
Because the second Matthew opened the folder, the first page caught the light.
And on the very top, above the seal and the signatures, was a name all three of them recognized instantly.
My grandmother’s.
Danielle’s smile vanished.
My mother’s face drained.
