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“My name’s Cynthia, by the way.” I nodded. No smile. No interest. Just acknowledgment. She wasn’t important enough for more. Then I turned and walked away, each step sealing the distance. Back in the office, I buried myself in numbers. Numbers were safe. Predictable. They never shifted their meaning based on mood or tone. They didn’t leave you guessing. Add, subtract, divide—it was clean. That was my part of the business, the finance side of Seams & Touch. A massive operation that demanded control, precision, and discipline. Running it with my sister was exactly the future I’d mapped out for myself.

I stared at Lilian's messages over and over again, rereading every word. Lilian was not the type to say things without a reason. Did that mean there had been something suspicious about my father's accident all those years ago? The more I thought about it, the more pieces seemed to fall into place. At the time, my father had been running the Smith Group. My uncle had been forced to step aside despite his resentment because he simply could not compete with my father. The shareholders trusted my father and had little confidence in my uncle.