Inside was a thick manila envelope and a small black USB drive that set my heart pounding against my ribs.

“Before you look at those, you need to know your father added a codicil to his will just three days before he passed.”

“A codicil? What does that change?”

“It’s a legal amendment,” she explained, “and believe me when I say it changes everything about tomorrow.”

I opened the manila envelope and watched photographs, bank statements, and printed emails spill across the desk.

One photo showed Tabitha in a dark parking lot, handing a thick envelope to a man I didn’t recognize.

Another showed Calvin walking into a law office that definitely didn’t belong to Penelope.

There were deposit slips marked with yellow highlighter and chains of emails whose contents made my blood run cold.