“Elena,” Samuel said softly, coming to stand beside me at the windowsill.

“He was fighting him alone,” I whispered, keeping my voice low so Julian wouldn’t hear.

“He sat right here in this chair every night knowing what Julian was doing.”

“He was not entirely alone,” Samuel said.

“He asked me to make sure that when the safe was opened, you would have every document in your hand.”

I turned back toward the desk, my black dress brushing against the corner of the safe door that still stood wide open.

Uncle Raymond looked at Julian for a long, heavy moment, then turned his back completely and walked toward the hallway door.