“What do you mean?” he asked.

“He noticed my grandmother was packing our things,” I said.

“He questioned her until she broke down.”

I looked up at Ethan, seeing the pain in his eyes.

“Arthur was furious,” I said.

“He didn’t just want to fire Richard.”

“He was building a legal case,” I said.

“He was gathering evidence of every bad thing Richard had ever done.”

Ethan sat down on the step next to me, his shoulders slumping.

“He was going to disinherit him,” Ethan said, realizing the truth.

“Yes,” I said.

“He was preparing the paperwork to strip Richard of his shares in the company.”

“He was going to leave everything to you, and secure a trust for Lily.”

“But then he died,” Ethan said.

“Two days before the lawyers were supposed to finalize the papers,” I said.

“His heart failed,” Ethan said, though his voice sounded skeptical now.

“That is what the coroner said,” I whispered.

“But Richard knew what Arthur was doing.”

“He had eyes in this house, Ethan.”

The wind rattled the glass panes of the front door.