I almost ignored it, but the caller ID made my stomach twist. It was Anderson & Blake, a law firm I hadn’t heard from in years. My great-uncle Walter, a man I’d barely known, had passed away two weeks earlier.

“Mrs. Reynolds?” a voice said. “We’ve been trying to reach you. Your great-uncle left you his estate.”

“Estate?” I repeated numbly. “What estate?”

“Reynolds Innovations,” the lawyer said. “The entire company—assets, patents, subsidiaries. Estimated worth, $3.1 billion.”