“You said he left Blackwell two years ago.” Gideon knew what I was asking, what I now understood. “As soon as he turned twenty-five.” I won’t ask Gideon for a single penny and I have not a penny to my name until I turn twenty-five. “He stayed with him until he inherited his own money,” I said as everything slid into place. “He married him so he could take half of what he owned,” Gideon supplied. “Six years. Any marriage under five makes the splitting of assets a little trickier.”
