Judge Norris didn’t look at the lawyer.

She looked straight at Julian, her reading glasses resting low on her nose.

“Mr.

Vance, you signed a sworn affidavit on Monday stating under oath that you watched your wife sign that withdrawal slip in your home office,” Judge Norris said, her voice dropping to an icy register.

Julian looked down at his leather shoes and didn’t answer.

“You accused her of stealing eighty-five thousand dollars from your motherless son to gain criminal leverage against her in this divorce,” Judge Norris went on, tapping her legal pad with her fingertips.

Clara grabbed her leather shoulder bag off the wooden bench and turned toward the back aisle.