Fortunately, the house already had a security system installed during my father’s renovation.
With Marcus’s help, I confirmed that the system was active and preserving recordings properly.
Julian returned home around 10:30.
He walked into the kitchen carrying a small paper bag.
I was sitting at the island with a book open in front of me.
“There you are,” he said.
He seemed unusually cheerful.
“How was your day?”
“Quiet.”
He began preparing tea.
I watched without saying much.
Then he placed a cup in front of me.
“Thought this might help you relax.”
I looked at the cup.
Then at him.
I didn’t touch it.
Instead, I asked the question that had been sitting inside me all day.
“Julian, do you know anything about three insurance policies opened in my name?”
His hand stopped moving.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he laughed.
“What policies?”
“The ones worth twenty-four million dollars.”
