Demetrio's POV
She was quiet for a long time after she read the first page.
I sat across from her and let the quiet be what it needed to be, which was the specific silence of a person whose understanding of something fundamental had just shifted and who needed a moment to find the floor again before they could speak.
The folder contained what Grigori had compiled over forty-eight hours with the focused efficiency of a man who understood what the stakes were. Bank records showing transactions between a Bogota account and Penelope's private holdings dating back eleven years, well before she had met my father. Communications with an intermediary whose name appeared twice in the original Emilio file, a man who had facilitated the transfer of the child from the Colombian family. A photograph, taken six years ago, of Penelope meeting with a man in a Geneva hotel lobby who Grigori had identified as a former associate of that same intermediary.
She had known.
