“Claire, when your father died, who administered his estate?”
“My uncle, Samuel Bennett.”
“And is Mr. Bennett living?”
“Yes.”
Victor frowned.
Grace continued.
“Did your father know Victor?”
“Yes.”
“Did he trust him?”
I hesitated.
“At first.”
Victor gave a short laugh.
Grace ignored him.
“Before his death, did your father give you any advice about investing your inheritance?”
“He told me not to let anyone pressure me.”
“Anything else?”
I searched my memory.
A hospital room.
My father thin beneath white blankets.
His hand around mine.
Make sure your name is on what you build.
I swallowed.
“He told me to keep my name on what I built.”
Grace nodded.
“Your uncle took that seriously.”
She displayed the document.
A side agreement attached to my father’s trust distribution.
I had never seen it.
Grace looked at me.
“Your father anticipated that you might invest part of your inheritance into a jointly owned business.”
