But the document was not power anymore.
It was history.
Garrett flipped the pages, breathing too hard.
Vivien grabbed for the Mercedes door handle and missed.
Douglas took one step forward.
“Sienna,” he said.
She hated how much that single word still landed in her chest.
He had said her name a thousand ways over the years.
Dismissively.
Impatiently.
As a warning.
Almost never with concern.
Now he said it because he finally understood that she knew something he did not.
“The farm sold in March,” Sienna said.
Garrett went still.
“The land, the business assets, the crop contracts, the equipment inventory, the brand transfer,” she continued. “All of it went through properly. Recorded. Closed. Filed.”
Vivien’s lips parted.
“You cannot sell family property without family consent.”
Sienna looked at her.
“You gave it to me because you thought it was worthless.”
Douglas flinched.
