WESLEY.
CORINNE.
MAYA.
Every trace of color disappeared from my children’s faces.
Wesley stood.
“You let them film our house?”
“My house.”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Then the final part aired.
Talia explained the trust.
Most of Edmund’s wealth had already been placed beyond private inheritance.
The foundation would continue his work.
I would control it.
Corinne shot to her feet.
“What about us?”
I looked at her.
“What about you?”
“Our inheritance!”
There it was.
Not Dad.
Not his work.
Not the people he had helped.
Inheritance.
Wesley turned on me.
“How could you do this without telling us?”
I set down my fork.
“I didn’t.”
“What?”
“Your father did.”
He stared at me.
Then I opened Edmund’s ledger.
“Denver. Three years ago. Twenty-seven thousand dollars.”
Wesley went still.
Corinne frowned.
“What is she talking about?”
I looked at my son.
“Would you like to tell her?”
