“Your father?”
“He had access to the company.”
Richard nodded.
“He used Benjamin’s name.”
I stared at Genevieve.
“So Benjamin didn’t steal the money?”
Richard’s answer was careful.
“He participated.”
That distinction suddenly mattered.
Because if Benjamin had been manipulated, then there was another question.
Why had he kept paying for everything?
Why had he continued taking money from me?
Why had he allowed me to believe he was simply struggling?
I looked at him.
“Did your father threaten you?”
Benjamin didn’t answer.
I stepped closer.
“Benjamin.”
He finally looked
