Jessica stopped dancing.
My father froze.
My mother turned around.
The second she saw Marcus, she screamed.
Not in anger.
In fear.
Pure fear.
Because she knew who he was.
And she knew what he represented.
Most guests had never met Marcus before.
They didn’t understand why my parents suddenly looked terrified.
But they were about to find out.
For years, my parents had lived far beyond their means.
Luxury vacations.
Designer furniture.
Expensive cars.
