“And therefore, it belonged to him.”

I looked down at my hands.

They were shaking.

“So this isn’t just about the money for him,” I said.

“No,” Ana said. “It is about a debt he believes he is owed.”

“A debt he has been waiting forty years to collect.”

“And I am the only thing standing in his way,” I said.

“You are the rightful heir,” Ana said firmly.

“Abigail’s final will leaves everything to you.”

“She tried to correct her mistake at the very end.”

“But she only made me a target,” I said.

Ana did not deny it.

She closed the yellowed ledger with a soft thud.

The smell of old paper and dust rose between us.

“We need to get you out of this hospital, Alana,” Ana said.

“Dr. Vale is already preparing the paperwork.”

“What paperwork?” I asked.

“An involuntary psychiatric hold,” Ana said.

“If they declare you unfit, Mark can assume control of the estate as your conservator.”

“He can lock you away just like his mother was locked away.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“How do we stop them?” I asked.