Chapter 3 - Why they arrived

My brothers did not magically know I was being attacked.
Forty minutes earlier, I had sent a message to our family group chat.
Just one photograph.
A document.
Then:
Come to Dad’s house. Now. Don’t call Ryan.
They were already in Denver for a quarterly family-company meeting.
Caleb called me.
I declined.
Mason called.
Declined.
Grant wrote:
Are you safe?
I answered:
For now.
By the time they reached the house, “for now” had expired.
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Ryan had discovered what I found.
And asked for the keys.