“Phoebe, I can’t liquidate your trust.

I’m a contingent advisor, not a beneficiary.

My address is on the file because your father wanted you to be able to live with me if anything ever happened to him.” And without being asked, he handed over his phone, his military ID, his bank records — everything — so that the truth could be proven rather than merely promised.

The forensic analysts confirmed it within the hour: he had never sent the wire.

The digital trail led straight back to an encrypted terminal in Roland’s own office.