Six months later, I returned to Yorkshore for the foundation's annual audit.
The plane landed in winter.
I didn't tell anyone from the Moretti family.
Carlo found out anyway.
As the foundation board meeting ended, he was waiting outside with his lawyer.
"How much longer are you going to stay away?" He was struggling to keep his temper in check. "Bellini needs a proper succession plan. Your marriage to the Morettis is over. The least you could do is come back and handle the family assets."
I handed my documents to my lawyer. "The foundation doesn't belong to the Bellini family. Twelve percent of the shares are already in an irrevocable trust. If you want to discuss business, talk to the trustee."
Carlo's face went rigid. "You're my daughter."
"On paper, yes."
"Elena."
I stopped an
