Mr.

Bellamy sat at the head of it, tapping his gold fountain pen precisely on the bottom edge of his yellow legal pad.

“This is the full evidence binder for May fourteenth, Ms.

Whitcomb,” he said, pushing a thick blue folder over the dark wood.

“It contains Dr.

Harrison’s sworn affidavit confirming that your late father-in-law was of sound mind when he changed his trust.”

I kept both hands wrapped around my purse, holding it tight against my knees.