“I think they were married,” I said.

“Not just employers and employees.”

“I think they had a secret marriage in West Virginia before he returned to Greenwich.”

Nathan stared at me, his eyes wide.

“That is impossible,” he said. “My grandmother was Victoria.”

“Your grandmother was his second wife,” I countered.

“If my mother was legally married to Charles first, and they never divorced…”

Nathan stood up, pacing the small room.

“If they never divorced, then my grandfather’s will, which left everything to Victoria and my mother, is invalid.”

“The entire estate, the company shares, everything would belong to your mother’s heirs.”

“Which means it belongs to you and your siblings,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I said.

“Eleanor would not just lose her reputation. She would lose the entire fortune.”

“But we have no proof,” Nathan said, stopping his pace.

“The proof is in West Virginia,” I said.

“In our old house in the hills.”

“The house is abandoned now, but the basement has a hidden crawl space where my mother kept her locked box.”

Nathan looked toward the window, where the rain was beginning to patter against the glass.