“She had full legal access to this account?”

“Yes,” I said.

“She opened it with me after my husband, Michael, died, and said it was for Emma’s future.”

“And this went through at nine fifteen yesterday morning,” Marcus said, reading the small print along the bottom edge.

“Less than an hour after your school superintendent got her formal ethics complaint claiming emotional instability.”

“She thinks if she takes away my home, my savings, and my teaching contract, I’ll be forced to move back into her house,” I said.

I reached down and smoothed my skirt flat against my knees.