“You wanted us gone so you could clear the land,” I said.

“The demolition notice wasn’t a mistake.”

“It was the plan all along.”

“You don’t know anything, Claire,” Arthur spat.

“You’re just a waitress living on charity.”

“She knows more than you think,” Nathaniel said.

His voice had a strange, protective tone that made me look up at him.

For a second, the billionaire CEO looked like the young man I had known twelve years ago.

Before the money, before the secrets, and before the silence.

“Marcus,” Nathaniel said, his eyes still on Arthur.

“Read the first entry on the hidden ledger.”

Marcus tapped the spacebar.

A new document opened on the screen.

It was a spreadsheet with dates going back over a decade.

“The first entry is dated October twelfth, twelve years ago,” Marcus said.

My breath caught in my throat.

October twelfth was the day I left the Graves estate for the last time.

The day I moved into Brindlewood Apartments.

“What is the amount, Marcus?” Nathaniel asked.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” Marcus read.