“He does not know about the childhood trust account held in Elena’s name that remains untouched.”

The words sat on the page like a clear promise from a man who had never said a careless sentence in his life.

“Dad knew,” I said, looking up at Samuel.

“He knew what was happening the whole time.”

“He spent his final eight months gathering every record, log, and statement he could find,” Samuel said.

“He wanted to protect your standing and make sure the truth could not be buried.”

Samuel reached into the safe one last time and lifted the black flash drive from the bottom shelf.