"We both were," April answers, her voice tight. Her memories of her mother are basically non-existent and the only reason she knows about her death is because of the will and letter that had been delivered to her. She doesn't know her mother, doesn't know her sister and she certainly doesn't know this man standing in front of her.

"Guess she liked me better, though, because she left me all the money," she continues dryly. It's money she doesn't need and if he's actually followed her life as he says he has, then he knows that. He knows she's well off enough to have to actually hide most of her income from people so that they don't find out where it's come from.