I looked at the photograph of Rebecca in my mother’s earrings — the last gift my mother chose before her health declined, hidden in the back of her wardrobe with a note.

For the day you begin your own family. I had worn them at the wedding, then placed them in the villa safe. Only Daniel knew the code. My grief sharpened into something clearer.

Resolve. “Noah, what do you need?”

“Copies of the prenup. Any estate documents, anything involving Bennett Marine, the family trust, or voting shares.”

“Most of those are at my father’s house.”

“Can you get there without Daniel knowing?”