I shook my head.
—I don’t want the money.
—This isn’t about what you want.
He looked toward my sons.
—And Leonardo isn’t the only Lancaster whose inheritance is involved.
Nobody moved.
Charles opened his briefcase and removed a yellowed envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Not Sofia Bennett.
Sofia Lancaster.
I stopped breathing.
Leonardo saw it.
So did the boys.
—Why does that envelope have his last name attached to mine?
Charles looked at Victoria one final time.
Then he handed it to me.
—Because the greatest secret in this family isn’t that Leonardo Lancaster has three sons.
My fingers trembled as I opened the envelope.
Inside was an old photograph of my mother standing beside Leonardo’s father.
Behind it was a birth record.
I read the first line.
Then I couldn’t continue.
Leonardo took the paper from my hands.
His face lost every trace of color.
