The first discovery was mundane: the corporate email archive still contained an automated calendar invitation for the Evanston café, delivered to an inbox delegated to my former assistant, Celeste Price.

I had never accepted or declined it.

An assistant had done so on my behalf.

The second discovery was harder to explain.

A courier ledger showed a registered letter from Elena addressed to me at headquarters.

It was received by a member of my mother’s executive staff and routed to the legal department.

Nothing indicated that it ever reached me.

Priya told me these facts mattered, but they did not yet show intent.