She kept it quiet because she wanted to see what kind of man you were.

She wanted to watch what you would do when you thought you held all the cards and no one was checking.” Chloe snatched the page out of Luca’s hands and scanned it, and I watched the color drain out of her face as she reached the legal descriptions, the trust language, the name that was not Luca’s anywhere on the document.

“And that,” I said, quietly, “is not the only thing my aunt left me.” I let that sit.

Because I could hear, now, the sound of a car slowing at the curb behind me, exactly on schedule, exactly as my attorney had promised it would.