My parents sold everything to rescue my golden-child brother from a massive debt. Then, during a Level 5 blizzard, they crashed a van into the gates of my remote mountain resort. “We’re your parents. We’re moving in,” Dad demanded. He thought my life’s work was his “collateral.” He threatened to ruin my business if I didn’t help pay off the ruthless men hunting my brother. When I secretly opened the manila folder they brought, I realized they had brought something far more dangerous to my door.

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