Sophia's POV
Friday morning Mei landed at six forty.
I know because she texted from the plane before it fully stopped moving, which was exactly the kind of thing Mei did, and by the time Damien drove to the airport and back she had already reorganised the documents Elijah had printed the night before into an order she preferred.
She walked into the estate at eight with her bag and her biscuits and the expression of someone who had been carrying something heavy for a long time and had finally found the right table to put it on.
She sat at the kitchen counter and looked at Elijah's printed documents.
Then she looked at me.
"Your mother spent four years building this case," she said. "Not just the fraud. The patent trail. The connection between what Victoria's grandfather took and what
