Amanda placed another sheet on the table. “There’s one more issue. We recovered drafts of the fake lab report from an iCloud account linked to Claire’s laptop. The report was created three days ago.”
Claire’s mouth parted, but no sound came out.
Diane sank back into her chair. “Claire, tell me that isn’t true.”
When Claire finally spoke, her voice had lost its edge. “I only needed Dad to delay tomorrow’s meeting. That’s all.”
I looked at Walter. “What meeting?”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “I was restructuring the trust. I planned to make Robert and Elena co-trustees if anything happened to me. Claire would still receive her share, but she wouldn’t control distributions anymore.”
There it was.
Not jealousy. Not concern. Money.
A sound came from the hallway then—small footsteps, hesitant. Sophie stood near the archway in her socks, clutching her tablet against her chest. Her eyes were wet.
“Mom?” she whispered. “Is Daddy my dad?”
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