It has become white.
Samuel immediately opened his tablet.
Three weeks earlier, someone had prepared a transfer of shares of Vance Enterprises.
My supposed signature came at the end.
I had never seen that document.
But that didn’t make my blood freeze.
The proposed beneficiary was not Julian.
Not even Victoria.
It Was The Sterling Family Trust.
My own family trust.
“It doesn’t make sense,” I murmured.
Samuel expanded the metadata.
The document had been created twelve years before.
Four years before I met Julian.
I remained still.
“How could there be a document linking Vance Enterprises to my trust four years before our marriage?”
No one answered.
Then I saw the name of the lawyer who had prepared the original.
Thomas Sterling.
My father.
The man we thought was dead for ten years.
Julian slowly fell into the chair.
“Clara… I know that name.“It was my father.
