“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Your father.” The mention of him silenced the room. Matthew stepped closer. “When I was nineteen, I worked on a Belmont warehouse project. A scaffolding collapse injured three men.

The contractor blamed me because I was the youngest person on the crew.” Rebecca listened, barely breathing. “Your father reviewed the inspection records himself.

He proved the equipment had failed. He paid my hospital expenses and arranged for me to attend engineering school at night.”

Amelia looked confused. “Thomas never mentioned this.”