“In 2009, your father transferred the property into Farwell Family Holdings LLC. The house belongs to the company, not to him personally.”

He looked at me over his glasses.

“And you are the sole member of that LLC. You have been for fifteen years.”

The room went completely still.

“Your father created it while he was in perfect health,” Whitmore continued. “The documents were properly executed, notarized, witnessed by his accountant, and kept fully compliant every year since. He even set aside funds to keep the company active.”

“He thought of everything.”

I swallowed hard.

“But why didn’t he tell me?”

Whitmore opened a drawer and removed a thick folder.

“He came to me in 2008 because he was worried about Marcus. The early stages of what later became a serious gambling addiction. Your father loved your brother, but he didn’t trust him. He believed that if something happened to him, Marcus would eventually burn through every asset the family had. So he protected the most valuable one.”

Tears came before I could stop them.

For years I had mistaken my father’s silence for indifference.