I stared at him. “All of it?”

He nodded. “But it took me a while.”

That was an understatement.

I looked at the final page.

Three names.

The girls.

Everything had been transferred to them—cleanly, with no ties to the past.

I folded the papers slowly, then faced him.

“You don’t get to hand me this and think it makes up for almost two decades.”

“I don’t,” Edwin said.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend himself.

And somehow… that made it worse.

I stepped off the porch and walked a few feet away, needing space.

He didn’t follow.

Then I turned back.

“Why didn’t you trust me to stand with you? To help you?”

The question hung between us.

He looked at me and said nothing. That silence said more than any answer could.

I shook my head.

“You decided for all of us. You didn’t even give me a choice!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Sarah.”

His first apology.