She jolts at his quiet words as though they'd touched her with an electric current, eyes widening. Is he just taking shots in the dark, or has he known all this time? Or is he just being deliberately vague and fishing for a reaction? In that case, she's already given him one. She bites the inside of her cheek, hugging the folder to her chest.

"It's not about surnames," she says carefully, equally quietly. It's a weak deflection, but she won't acknowledge it directly. "It's about family."