My father remained alive during all of it.
He lived first in Portugal, then Canada, under federal protection.
We spoke through encrypted calls.
I saw him in person twice during the first five years.
Both meetings took place in anonymous government apartments.
He wanted me to leave Grant long before the gala.
“Your husband does not listen to you,” he said during our second meeting.
“He is under pressure.”
“Pressure does not create contempt, Seraphina. It reveals it.”
I defended Grant.
My father did not argue.
He had spent his life controlling companies.
The investigation taught him he could not control his daughter.
He gave me evidence.
