Delia kept her hand on my wrist until I stopped reaching for the computer. “Your father spent twenty years building this,” she said. “But for the last two, he was watching your sister’s husband try to destroy it from within.” Then she opened Dominic’s file. My stomach tightened as payment records and suspicious transfers appeared across the screen. Dominic had not simply been a business vendor. He had been secretly stealing from my father’s transportation network, and my father had discovered it.

Suddenly, the steel door hidden in the mountains made sense. So did the strange note, the old pickup, and the rusted key my father had left specifically for me. He had been moving assets somewhere Dominic and Rhonda could never reach. Delia clicked on one final file. “There’s something else,” she said quietly. The screen changed, and I saw a document with my name at the top. That was when I realized my father’s secret was far bigger than stolen money.