I frowned, ignoring the sharp, throbbing pain in my forehead. “What do you mean, Arthur?”

The old man took a deep, rattling breath, his thin fingers clutching the edge of the blue blanket.

“I didn’t go to that house to hand over the keys three weeks ago, Sadie,” Arthur said.

“Why did you go there?” Wyatt asked.

“I went to retrieve a heavy metal lockbox hidden behind the old coal furnace,” Arthur said.

He looked directly at me, his eyes watering in the harsh light.

“Your grandfather’s personal trust documents are in that box,” Arthur whispered.

The room went completely silent except for the steady, rhythmic beep of my heart monitor.

“What documents, Arthur?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“The original deed to the property and his true final will,” Arthur said.

He reached out, his cold, trembling hand finding my fingers and squeezing them with surprising strength.

“The house, the land, the entire real estate business,” Arthur said, his voice shaking with a lifetime of secrets. “It never belonged to your parents.”

“Who does it belong to?” Detective Harper asked, leaning in closer.