And you funded its earliest days with my mother’s sold heirlooms, the bracelet I gave up without a word.

Every single foundation stone of the empire you think you built was mine, or my family’s, or bought with my sacrifices.

You didn’t build an empire, Luca.

You built a house of cards, and you built it on top of my silence.

And the moment I finally stood up, it fell.

It didn’t fall because I pushed it.

It fell because there was never anything holding it up but me.” Rachel pointed to the final signature line at the bottom of the blue-tabbed page.

“Sign, Mr.