The information Ethan had just shared filled the penthouse with a heavy, tense silence.
Sophia dropped onto the sofa because her legs suddenly felt too weak to hold her.
“Evidence,” she repeated slowly. “What kind of evidence?”
“Financial documents, conversations, and proof about who ordered the attack on our parents and why,” Alexander said quietly, keeping his voice low so the investigators on the other side of the room wouldn’t hear. “Our father was a forensic accountant. He discovered something powerful people wanted to hide.”
“And he hid the proof before they killed him,” Damian added.
Sophia’s mind raced. “But why would he set it up so that all five of us have to be together to access it?”
“Protection,” Lorenzo said. “If one of us could open it alone, that person would be an ea
