The days that followed settled into something that almost resembled a routine, though nothing about it felt normal. Elena spent mornings in the study with Alexander, learning slowly which papers meant what, which names on which documents belonged to people he trusted and which belonged to people he didn't. He never gave her everything at once. But he gave her more than he had that first week, and Elena had learned to take what she could get.
She was reading through a folder of old company records one morning when she found something that made her stop.
"Alexander."
He looked up from his own stack of papers. "What."
"This deal you told me about. The one between your father and Richard, right before the accident." She held up the folder. "There's a name on some of these approval pages. S
