Micheal's POV
"She told me Mama had no choice but to sell it." I said without looking at Henry.
I watched Henry as he slouched in the chair. I had something to ask him. I had to know how the hell he found out about the shares Mom sold.
I couldn't keep pretending to ignore the fact that he knew more than he was supposed to. Not with him sitting there like he had all the answers. His eyes flickered up, meeting mine, sharp, calculating. He'd always had that look—like he could see through me, dig into the parts I didn't want to show.
"How did you find out about the shares?" I asked, keeping my tone flat. I couldn't let him see how much it bugged me, how his knowing felt like a damn problem.
Henry's lips twitched upward, like he was enjoying this. His voice was almost too calm as he responded. "It wasn't that hard, brother. You'd be surprised what people talk about when they think nobody's listening."
