Panicked gasps echoed through the sanctuary as several family members pulled out their phones. David straightened up, a smear of red on his lip, his eyes dark with pure malice.
David: You think you can call the police? Go ahead! The paper trail is clean! The estate transfers were finalized this morning! You signed the power of attorney paperwork last week, Clara!
Clara: You tricked me into signing those corporate documents! You said they were for the life insurance settlement review!
David: It doesn't matter what I said! Legally, I control the Jenkins holding company now! Michael's trust fund, the real estate, the bank accounts—it's all under my name! You have nothing!
Lily: No, he doesn't! My dad gave me another paper!
The little girl reached into her wet coat pocket and pulled out a small, blue USB drive wrapped in plastic tape. She held it out toward my brother.
Lily: The nurse downloaded the security footage and the bank transfer logs from his laptop last night! She said it shows him transferring money to an offshore account in the Bahamas yesterday afternoon!
David: Give me that flash drive, you little brat!
David rushed toward Lily, but my brother tackled him to the red carpet floor. The two men wrestled wildly near the altar while guests screamed and pushed back pews to get away.
Brother: Stay down, you sick bastard!
David: You're all fools! That company was dying! I saved it! I earned that money!
My brother pinned David's arms behind his back, pressing his knee firmly into David's spine. Sirens began to wail in the distance, growing louder through the stormy air outside.
Clara: You didn't save anything, David. You stole a man's life and left him to die in the dark.
David: He was nothing! He was weak! You were wasting your life weeping over a corpse, Clara! I gave you luxury! I gave you a mansion, a grand life, a penthouse!
Clara: Built on my husband's blood! Built on lies!
I pulled off my diamond engagement ring—the ring David had bought using Michael's stolen funds—and threw it directly at his face. It bounced off his cheek and landed in the wet dirt brought in by the storm.
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