Inside were crisp white pages stamped with court seals, with the insignia of the state police, with the letterheads of forensic financial auditors.

I looked up, past my sister, to the man standing awkwardly at Cassie’s side. “Julian. Come here.”

He went pale. “Elise, please. We don’t need to do this in public—”

“Come here, Julian.” Harrison said it, and there was something in the way he said it that Julian’s body obeyed before his mind could argue. He took three slow steps toward us.

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“You left me three months ago,” I said to him, quietly, “because Victoria told you I was moving your savings into a private offshore account. She showed you statements. She told you I was getting ready to ruin you.”
Julian’s throat worked.

He glanced at Victoria, and back at me.