My father looked as though he might collapse.
“Missing money?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
I faced him.
“Northstar Strategies, Dad,” I said, locking my eyes directly onto his soul, refusing to let him look away. “Do you recognize the name?”
His jaw slackened.
The confidence vanished from his expression.
He knew.
He knew exactly what Northstar Strategies was.
He knew where the money entering the family trust had originated.
And he understood that the carefully constructed image of his financial success was collapsing in front of the very people he had spent his life trying to impress.
Vanessa looked from Mercer to Richard, then back to me.
The truth was finally reaching her.
The sister she had mocked for years had built a career uncovering precisely the kind of misconduct she had committed.
And the independent evidence was now destroying everything Vanessa believed she controlled.
My mother stared at me with hatred.
