“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your father is a businessman, Sarah,” Jason said.

“A bad one, but a businessman nonetheless.”

“He knew exactly what he was doing when he signed you over to this family.”

“He did it to save us,” I said, though the words felt hollow even to me.

Jason walked back to the desk and picked up a black leather folder.

He flipped it open, searching through the contents.

“Your father’s debts were substantial, yes,” Jason said.

“But they were not insurmountable.”

“He had options.”

“He chose the most lucrative one.”

He pulled a single sheet of paper from the folder and held it out to me.

“What is that?” I asked, refusing to take it.

“Look at the date,” Jason said.

I looked.

The document was a copy of a wire transfer receipt, dated three days before my wedding.

The sender was a shell company based in Delaware.

The recipient was my father’s personal offshore account in the Cayman Islands.

The amount was three million dollars.

My eyes blurred as I stared at the numbers.

“Vivian didn’t send this,” I whispered.