She thought I was returning to normal.
That night, I called my attorney, Lucia Moreno, from a prepaid phone Tessa bought with cash.
Lucia had served my father before me.
She listened without interrupting.
Then she said, “Do not sign anything.”
“I wasn't planning to.”
“Do not confront anyone.”
“Everyone keeps telling me that.”
“Because everyone knows you.”
Within forty-eight hours, Lucia had arranged an independent neuropsychological assessment, revoked every temporary medical authorization Arya had ever received, frozen the Pier Nineteen transfer pending review, and hired a forensic accounting firm without using a single Corvino employee.
What they found was worse than betrayal.
Money had been moving for eleven months.
Shell companies.
Consulting payments.
Land purchases.
Dominic had been transferring assets toward Calder Blue Holdings, a company controlled through three layers of entities.
The final beneficial owner was hidden.
Lucia found it on day nine.
Arya Bellini.
Nine days after that, Dominic came upstairs.