I stared at the final paragraph.
There was something else.
A handwritten note had been added at the bottom.
**The original evidence is not in the bank. It is inside the house.**
***
We searched the house the following morning.
Samuel, the police, and an independent forensic team examined the study, library, and private office.
The search eventually led them to a concealed compartment inside my father’s old writing desk.
Inside was a small metal box.
The box contained original trust documents, medical correspondence, and a handwritten journal.
The final pages described a conversation between my father and David.
My father had discovered that David was attempting to obtain access to my financial holdings.
He had confronted him privately.
David had denied everything.
But my father had recognized the danger.
He had written:
I believe the man my daughter intends to marry is interested in more than her happiness.
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I must find a way to protect her without destroying her trust in everyone around her.
