knew?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since my father died.”
His jaw tightened.
“You let me believe this was my house.”
I shook my head.
“No, Logan.”
“You believed it was your house.”
He stared as though I’d betrayed him.
Then Dana opened another folder.
“There is more.”
She handed him the financial evidence.
His expression changed again.
Forged signatures.
Unauthorized transfers.
Money he’d moved.
Documents bearing our children’s names.
Everything.
His father lowered the papers.
“What did you do, Logan?”
Logan stayed silent.
Sienna retreated a step.
“I didn’t know about
