No performance, no tears—just fear.

The man in the gray suit ignored her.

“Matthew Rodriguez found out three weeks ago that Maya is listed as the sole future beneficiary of the Sinclair Family Trust.”

The detective frowned.

“What trust?”

I did not answer immediately.

That was the secret I had buried years ago—before Isabelle, before our life in the suburbs, before I became ordinary on purpose.

My real last name was not just Sinclair.