Sophia's POV
Monday I told Lena.
Not in a meeting or a formal conversation. Just the two of us in the kitchen at nine in the morning with coffee and the rain still coming down outside and the particular privacy of a house that was mostly quiet on Monday mornings when everyone had gone back to their various versions of work.
I showed her Elijah's preliminary structure.
She read it without speaking.
Then she put the phone down and looked at her coffee.
"You didn't have to do this," she said.
"I know," I said.
"I didn't ask for anything," she said.
"I know that too," I said. "That's partly why."
She looked at the phone.
"It's significant," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"Sophia—"
"Lena," I said. "Your mother stole from my parents. The money that funded Diana's search for you, the mone
