I watched my mother-in-law’s expensive lawyer run out of things to say.

I watched the forensic examiner explain, in patient detail, how a signature can be lifted and how you can tell when it has been.

I watched Gary Salgado, who had helped ruin me, testify against the woman he’d done it for.

And somewhere in those eight months I stopped flinching when Agatha’s name was spoken aloud, which was its own kind of verdict, one no judge handed down.

Forensic analysis confirmed what I had known in my bones — that my signatures had been forged, lifted from documents Agatha had held since my wedding day.

The bank trail proved she had been quietly stealing from the Crestview Foundation for years, hiding it behind good works and galas.