“I know.”
“But maybe someday she’ll know you.”
He looked up.
“Maybe?”
“If you earn it.”
Dad nodded.
Then he looked at Silas.
“Captain Callahan.”
Silas raised an eyebrow.
Dad almost smiled.
“Thank you for saving my life.”
Silas gently shifted Ren.
“I didn’t do it for you.”
Dad blinked.
Silas looked at me.
“I did my job because that’s who I am.”
Dad nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
After he left, I leaned against Silas.
Ren grabbed my necklace.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I think so.”
But there was one final piece.
Weeks later, after Grant accepted a plea agreement, Nana Ruth’s attorney called.
“There’s something else in the trust.”
I almost laughed.
“Of course there is.”
We met the next afternoon.
He opened a sealed envelope.
Inside was one last letter.
Colleen—
If everything has happened the way I feared, then by now you know about the agency.
You also know it belongs to you.
That part was true.
Grant’s conviction voided several transactions.
The forged transfer had never been valid.
Legally, I still owned fifty-one percent.
Dad owned twenty-four.
Grant’s shares were subject to seizure.
The rest belonged to a family trust.
