“What is this?” I asked, touching the crisp white paper.

“It is your trust fund, Sophie,” my father said.

“I set it up before I went undercover as a handyman.”

“I wanted to ensure that no matter what happened to the company, your future was safe.”

I looked down at the numbers on the page.

The fund was fully secured, locked away where neither Claire nor her family could ever touch it.

“This is for your college, your first home, and whatever you decide to do with your life,” he said.

“You won’t have to worry about money ever again.”

“I didn’t care about the money, Dad,” I said, looking up at him.

“I just wanted us to be okay.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I know, Sophie. That is why I knew I could trust you.”

“But you deserve to have a stable life after everything they put you through.”

There was a soft knock on the door, and Ethan entered, carrying a leather briefcase.

He set it on the desk and sat down in the chair next to me.