“Your mother,” he said quietly, “audited my father’s company.”

Chapter 15 — From the Past

That was the moment the night stopped being a story about an unfaithful husband, and became something much larger and much older — the surfacing of a conspiracy that had been running, unseen, for more than a decade, and that had brushed against my own family long before I ever met a man named Marcus Vance.

Arthur moved, as I would come to learn he always moved once a decision was made: immediately, and completely.

He had the twins and me moved that same night to his own secure estate on the edge of the city, where there were people whose job it was to watch the doors.

Rachel gathered Leo and left, shaken and weeping, to her own uncertain reckoning.