“She — she had the documents, Elise. She showed me the transfers. Bank statements. Your name was on them.”

“Read page four,” I said, and drew the page out of the folder and held it out to him.

He took it with a hand that shook, and his eyes moved down it, and I watched the color go out of his face until he was a flat, sick gray.

“This isn’t your account,” he whispered. “This is — this says V. Reed Holdings.”

“An offshore shell company in the Cayman Islands,” Harrison said, evenly. “Owned entirely by Victoria. She named it after the family she’d decided she was going to marry into — mine. She didn’t just frame Elise for stealing your savings, Julian. She stole them herself. All six hundred thousand dollars of your medical-practice fund. She used a forged power of attorney to drain the accounts, she planted the paper trail on Elise’s laptop, and then she came to you like a rescuer and offered you a loan out of her own pocket to keep your practice alive.”

Cassie made a small broken sound and clutched the baby closer.