My voice didn’t waver.

“You didn’t lose because I betrayed you. You lost because you betrayed her,” I said.

Joanna stepped forward. “Cecily, sweetheart, you have to understand. We were trying to protect you. You’ve always struggled. We didn’t want to put pressure—”

“You didn’t protect me,” I said. “You erased me.” Twenty-eight years of silence crystallized into words.

“Every Christmas dinner. Every family photo. Every conversation where you talked about Josephine’s achievements like I wasn’t in the room. I’m done proving myself. The documents speak for themselves,” I said.

Harold reached toward my arm. “This isn’t over. We’ll contest that will,” he said.