But partly — and I can admit this now — I let it stand because a person who underestimates you is a person who will not think to hide anything from you.

Leon dressed his theft up in consulting fees and shell companies that would have fooled a casual observer, an ordinary sister, the spreadsheet-babysitter he imagined me to be.

He did not dress it up nearly well enough to fool a forensic investigator, because it never once occurred to him that he was being read by one.

His contempt was not just an insult.

It was the exact blind spot that let me see everything.

Chapter 9 — The Revoked Power of Attorney