Damian's POV
I looked at Lena's face.
At the specific quality of stillness that had come over her when she'd read the lawyer's message. Not shock — she was past shock. Something deeper. The particular stillness of a person confronting a piece of information that rearranges not just the present but the past. The fixed things. The things you'd believed were permanent.
"Tell me," she said.
I held her gaze.
"Your mother's name appeared in the broker's documentation because she was peripherally connected to the transaction fifteen years ago," I said carefully. "Not as a participant. Not knowingly." I held her gaze. "She worked for a property firm that was used as a shell in one of Marcus's early arrangements. A legitimate employee in a company being used for illegitimate purposes. She had
