If you are reading this, then my worst suspicions about Lazarus have come true. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to protect you, but I trust you to rise above this moment. For years, I watched you live in the shadows of others, never fully realizing your potential. My gift to you is the freedom to be who you truly are.

The letter continued, outlining plans my father had secretly laid for me. A portfolio of investments he had made in my name, meant to empower me to pursue my passions without financial constraints. But it was more than just money; he had also set up connections with influential figures in industries I had always admired from afar—art, philanthropy, and education.