“We have the preliminary injunction,” Harris said, placing the papers on the table. “Eleanor’s guardianship is suspended.”

“And the criminal charges?” I asked.

“The FBI arrested her in Chicago three hours ago,” Harris said. “She was trying to board a flight to Zurich.”

“And Marcus?”

“He will be indicted by noon,” Harris said. “The trust is secure. We have moved the funds to a private management group.”

He slid a pen across the table.

“Now, we just need your signature on the permanent guardianship papers,” he said.

I looked at the document.

It was heavy paper, official and white.

My name was printed clearly at the bottom.

*Ryker Steel, Guardian.*

I picked up the pen.

The ink flowed easily.

I signed the first page, then the second, then the final page.

“It is official,” Harris said, taking the papers back. “They are yours.”

“They are their own people,” I said. “I am just keeping them safe.”

“Of course,” Harris said.

I watched them pack their briefcases and leave.

When the library doors closed, the room was silent again.

I walked up the stairs to the guest wing.