“The reason you chose the wrong person to underestimate.” I slid the trust deed toward her. Her eyes froze on the owner’s name: mine.

The smugness vanished. Audrey lunged for the folder. Detective Harris caught her wrist. Her wineglass shattered across the floor.

“You forged Sophia’s name to steal deployment benefits,” I said. “You sold her jewelry, canceled her medical appointments, and told the neighbors she was unstable.”

Eleanor lifted her chin. “We deserved compensation for raising you.”

“You didn’t raise me,” I said. “Grandpa did—after you disappeared for five years. His instruction was simple: protect the family that protects you.”

Sophia began to cry. Eleanor did not.