“What?” I heard myself say.

“What did he write?

Read that again.”

But Hollis did not stop.

He read on, his voice steady, unwavering, carrying my father’s final design into the room like a verdict.

“Bennett.

I have placed your future in your sister’s shadow, and I have done it on purpose.

If you cast Juliet out — if you choose the ruthlessness I taught you over the duty you owe her as her brother — then the terms of this trust direct that those ledgers be delivered, in full, to the Federal Prosecutor’s office.