She walked straight to the glass-fronted cabinet where the family trust documents were kept.

My father kept the key in the top drawer of his desk, a detail Patricia had obviously discovered.

She opened the desk drawer without hesitation.

Her fingers found the small brass key immediately.

She walked back to the cabinet and unlocked the glass door.

“Is the folder there?” the voice on the phone asked, the sound muffled through her speaker.

“Yes,” Patricia murmured, holding the phone tight between her ear and her shoulder.

“I am placing the note inside the girls’ file now.”

She pulled out a thick, blue leather binder from the middle shelf.

This binder contained the trust funds set up for my sister Martina and me.

She opened it toward the back, where the financial statements were kept.

She slid the folded paper she had taken from the rabbit deep between the pages.

“Once they find this, it will all be over,” Patricia said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

She smiled, a cold expression that my father had never seen on her face before.