“What?”

“Shut up.” Victoria’s careful composure cracked straight down the middle. “He’s lying. She paid him to make this up — Harrison, how could you let her turn you against me like this?”

“No one turned me anywhere, Victoria,” Harrison said. “I run forensic audits for a living. And you executed the wire transfers through my firm’s own secure IP address. You committed wire fraud, identity theft, and grand larceny, and you did all of it under my digital roof, using my name for cover. You have no idea how thorough the trail is that you left.”

My mother stepped forward, gray-faced, her hand at her collar. “Victoria. Is this true?”

“Of course it isn’t true!” Victoria’s eyes had gone wild, swinging from face to face.

“She’s trying to destroy me. She’s always been jealous of me. Mom — Dad — tell them. Tell them she’s crazy. Tell them!”