Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would black out and wake up sore. My husband just laughed and said I was out of shape. After the fourth trip, I hid a voice recorder in my purse — and that night I heard a phone call that made me realize the blackouts had never been accidents.

He left that company in a structure. He spent about eleven months on it with Birgit before he went.

Forty per cent to my sister Carmen.

Forty per cent to me.

And twenty per cent in a holding arrangement with a condition attached, which is the part that matters and the part my father spent the most time on.

And the structure has one thing in it that my father put there himself, against advice, in 2019, which is that no share transfer, charge or encumbrance is valid without the wet signature of both daughters, separately notarised.

Separately. Not together. He was very specific about it.

He put that in because of something he had watched happen to a man he knew in 2016. A man whose son-in-law had been very good with paperwork.

And he explained the whole of it to me once, at his own kitchen table, in about four minutes, with the clause written out on the back of an envelope.