Behind the Mask of Family    

[EVE]

When I got back to the house, I immediately confronted my father.

"Did you do it?" I asked, my voice sharp, demanding answers.

He turned to me with a frown. "Eve, I haven't touched anything in that office," he denied, his tone controlled but laced with irritation.

I wanted to believe him—I really did. But my gut twisted with doubt. He was the only one acting suspicious, the only stranger in the office who had access to all the files.

No one else had a reason to betray me like this.

But . . . he was my father.

He wouldn't do this to me, right?

"Eve, your father didn't do it," my mother suddenly cut in, stepping closer as if to shield him. "I'm sure it was one of your staff. They're lying to you."