Margaret opened her eyes.

“No.”

“He wrote that because he hated me.”

“No, Daniel.”

“He always thought I was a failure.”

Margaret walked toward him.

“He wrote it because he understood what might happen.”

Daniel laughed bitterly.

“And now you’re going to take everything away.”

“I am not taking anything from you.”

“You’ll cut me out.”

“You cut yourself out.”

The words left him silent.

Thomas folded the document.

Detective Cole, who had remained behind, approached.

“We’ll need copies of those papers.”

Thomas nodded.

Margaret looked again at the amendment.

“What exactly is the Hale Family Legacy Trust?”

Thomas’s expression changed.

Margaret noticed immediately.

“Thomas?”

He did not answer at first.

“Richard created it years ago.”

“For what?”

“Education.

Charitable grants.

Certain forms of family support.”

“Who controls it?”

Thomas looked down at the brown envelope.

“There is another document.”

Margaret frowned.

“What document?”

Thomas reached inside.

At the bottom was a smaller cream-colored envelope.

Margaret had never seen it.

Across the front, in Richard’s unmistakable handwriting, were four words.

FOR MARGARET.

AFTER DANIEL.

Her throat tightened.

Thomas held it out.

“This belongs to you.”

Margaret accepted it with shaking fingers.

Richard had been dead for four years.

Still, she would have known that handwriting anywhere.

She opened the envelope.

Im Inneren befand sich ein Laken.

Meine Maggie,

Wenn du das hier liest, dann ist das eingetreten, was ich befürchtet habe.

Margaret hielt an.

Sie konnte nicht weitermachen.

Thomas berührte ihre Schulter.

Sie zwang sich zum Lesen.

Daniel stellte nie die größte Gefahr für dich dar.

Margaret runzelte die Stirn.

Ihr Blick senkte sich.

Die größte Gefahr besteht darin, dass du ihm verzeihst, bevor du die ganze Wahrheit kennst.

Ganz unten stand noch eine letzte Anweisung.

Fragen Sie Thomas nach dem Kontoauszug vom April.

Margaret hob den Kopf.

Thomas war kreidebleich geworden.

„Wie sieht das April-Konto aus?“

Er sagte nichts.

„Thomas?“

Daniel sah seinen Onkel an.

„Was meinte Papa damit?“

Thomas ließ sich langsam in einen Stuhl sinken.

Und Margaret verstand, dass auch ihr Bruder ein Geheimnis gehütet hatte.