Rachel stepped forward, placing herself between David and me.

“You heard her,” Rachel said. “Get out.”

David looked at his sister, then at me.

His face was a mixture of desperation and resentment.

For a moment, I thought he was going to argue further.

But then he reached down, snatched his car keys off the counter, and walked out of the kitchen.

The heavy front door clicked shut a moment later.

The sound echoed through the hallway.

Rachel turned to me, her shoulders dropping.

“Are you okay, Mom?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

I sat down at the kitchen table, the wood cold beneath my forearms.

The tea I had made earlier was completely cold, a dark skin forming on the surface.

“I had no idea,” I murmured.

“Neither did I, until I started looking into his company’s filings,” Rachel said, pulling out a chair and sitting beside me.

“He’s been hiding it for a year.”

“He was always so proud,” I said.

“Arthur always said David had a good head for business.”

“Dad didn’t know how much the market had changed,” Rachel said softly.