Jump Ship Before It Sinks

I knew I had to get justice for Dad, but where should I start? How could I protect myself and Dad’s company? Could I afford to talk to Mom? What if she refused to believe me? Or, worse, what if she believed me but decided to side with Landon anyway? I forced myself to focus on work. Any slip-up on my part would just provide more fodder for Rainey’s attack. But I couldn’t concentrate. My eyes kept flicking towards the door. The sound of footsteps made me jump. I stared at the Gantt chart on the computer screen and could make neither heads nor tails of it. That night, I locked the door of my hotel room, double-secured it with a doorstop, hid under two blankets and didn’t sleep a wink. I became an insomniac overnight. Chronic sleeplessness tormented me for years to come. Whenever I closed my eyes, I was haunted by the image of Dad lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open, filled with disappointment and condemnation. I had let him down. From that day onwards, I lived in precarious