“The will proves she has been operating under a fraudulent trust for thirty years,” Nathan said.

“The voting shares she used to control the company were never hers.”

“They belong to the trust, which is now under our control.”

He reached over and squeezed my hand.

“We are going to take the company back, Emily.”

“And we are going to do it legally.”

The rain was coming down harder now, the windshield wipers sweeping back and forth.

The sound of the water against the glass was soothing, a steady rhythm after the tension of the vault.

I looked at the folder in my lap.

“It feels like a dream,” I said softly.

“All those years of working in that house.”

“Cleaning the rooms, listening to her talk down to me.”

“And the whole time, the key to our survival was hidden in the wall.”

“She knew it was there,” Nathan said.

“She spent decades trying to find it, but she couldn’t risk tearing the house apart.”

“She didn’t think anyone else would find it.”

“She underestimated you, Emily.”

“She always did.”