I frowned, my finger tracing the glass of my screen.

The invoice was for “Consulting and Spatial Planning.”

The amount was eighty-five thousand dollars.

I scrolled to the next page.

Another invoice from Vale Design Group, this one for over one hundred thousand dollars, labeled “Sourcing of Vintage Materials.”

But it was not the amounts that made me stop breathing.

It was the bank routing number and the account details listed at the bottom of the wire transfer confirmation.

The money had been drawn from the Crane Family Trust’s capital preservation account.

My family’s private trust.

I rubbed my temple, trying to make the numbers align in my head.

Only two people had authorization to sign off on third-party design contracts of that size.

My late father, and Nathan, who had been granted limited administrative access during our first year of marriage.

I opened a new tab on my browser and typed in the corporate registry for the state.

My hands were cold, the keys clicking loudly in the quiet room.

I searched for “Vale Design Group.”

The business registration had been filed three years ago.