No one answered.

The water glass Daniel had poured sat untouched beside my hand, the wet ring spreading slowly into the wood.

Aaron did not sit down.

He stood at the head of the table with his hands at his sides, his eyes moving from one person to the next.

“You planned this,” he said.

“All of it.”

I picked up the first blue folder and held it open so he could see the top line, my father’s name in blue ink.

“Page one,” I said.