After My Father’s

steel shortages, supplier failures, and one fire in Building C that nearly broke us.

“No,” I said. “I think I’m going to learn exactly who he didn’t trust.”

Miles left.

I locked the door behind him.

Then I called Nora.

She answered on the first ring.

“Carrie?”

“What did my father leave?”

There was a pause.

Not hesitation.

Weight.

“Enough,” she said. “But you continue reading …