Elena studied her brother.
Julian had always been confident. As children, he was the one who spoke first, volunteered for everything, and convinced their parents that every idea he had was brilliant.
Elena had always been the quiet one.
The observer.
The person who remembered details.
“Everything is fine,” she said.
Chloe smiled.
“I told you. He gets emotional sometimes.”
Elena sat down.
“Maybe.”
One word.
Nothing more.
Julian glanced at her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means Dad has had a difficult year. Maybe we should talk about how things have been handled.”
The room became quiet.
Julian leaned back.
“We already talked about this. We have legal authority. Everything has been done properly.”
“Good,” Elena said. “Then you won’t mind showing me all the records.”
