“What does questionable mean?”
“The alarm system had been disabled.”
I stopped breathing.
“Disabled?”
“Yes.”
“Accidentally?”
“No.”
“Someone manually shut it off.”
Silence.
Then Henry continued.
“The electrical-fault theory was never as strong as investigators publicly claimed.”
I stared at the necklace in my hand.
“You think the fire was deliberate.”
“We don’t know.”
“Do you think it?”
Alexander looked at me.
“Yes.”
That was the moment the family reunion stopped being strange and became terrifying.
Someone may have killed my parents.
Someone may have believed they killed me too.
And my survival could have cost people billions.
I felt sick.
“I need air.”
Margaret stood.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No.”
She stopped.
“Sorry.”
“No.”
I took a breath.
“I need to be alone.”
Alexander nodded.
“Of course.”
Henry arranged another private room.
I stayed there for almost an hour.
My phone had been vibrating nonstop.
Marcus.
Twenty-seven calls.
Thirty-one messages.
I finally looked.
What did you tell him?
Sofia, answer me.
This is insane.
They cannot suspend me over a marital disagreement.
Do not sign anything.
Do not let them manipulate you.
We need to talk before you ruin everything.
That last one made me laugh.
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