“You told me your father left everything to your mother.”
“He did.”
“So what were you looking for?” My stomach tightened. “What trust?”
Ethan leaned back and rubbed his face. “Six months ago, a law firm in Vermont contacted me at work. They represented a woman named Camille, who believed Charles was her biological father.”
I waited.
“You took a DNA test?”
“Not immediately.”
“Then how did she have proof?”
“She matched with one of my cousins.” He looked at me.
Camille’s mother, Evelyn, had worked for one of the Bennett companies nearly thirty years earlier. According to Camille, she and Charles had carried on
