“It’s a duplicate,” Daniel said, leaning closer.

“Look at the dates.”

The entries were written in blue ink, matching my mother’s handwriting.

Beside the binder lay three rubber stamps in a small plastic case.

I stepped closer, my chest tightening as the air left my lungs.

One stamp bore my mother’s full legal signature.

Another bore my own.

“She was practicing,” Rachel said from behind me.

“They used these to sign the transfer deeds for the foundation’s real estate holdings.”

The duplicate ledger showed millions of dollars diverted to offshore accounts I had never heard of.

“They were planning to clear out the remaining cash by the end of the month,” Daniel said.

He showed me a printout of an email chain between Sloane and Vance Harrison that had been sitting on her printer.

The subject line read: “Final Phase.”

It detailed the liquidations of the Hart Foundation’s land in Massachusetts.

They had already agreed on a sale price that was half the actual market value.

The buyer was a shell company registered in Vance’s name.

“They were going to strip the foundation bare,” I said.