I entered the final meeting through the same doors where Graham had once carried me into the family's work.
This time, I was not wearing one of his favorite dresses. I wore a dark jacket, comfortable shoes, and a brace beneath the sleeve over my burned hand. The scar was healing, but my grip was not what it had been before. The doctor said it might take months. I knew it might never feel completely normal.
The board met in the family office at nine. The outside examiner's preliminary report was on every seat. The charities commission had issued an emergency order preventing the foundation from moving the disputed funds. Harbor House's reserve was still intact.
Graham arrived last.
He didn't look at me.
Howard Pike presented the report. It said the examiner had found that the Northline
