“That is what we believe.”

“You believe.” I put my palm flat on the table, hard.

“My father has been dead eighteen years and this family is still handing me theories.”

She did not flinch.

“Before he died, your father moved his patents, his international accounts, his holdings, into a protected trust.

You are the primary beneficiary.

You always have been.” And there it was.

“That’s why you took me in,” I said slowly.