“You can’t —” “It stopped being a private family matter,” Malcolm said, without heat, “when you submitted a forged medical affidavit to a court.

We have entered into evidence a full neurological evaluation of your mother, performed by Dr.

Harrison Sinclair.

We have entered her complete, unedited bank records — which show that every transfer you characterized as ‘erratic squandering’ was a loan, requested by the three of you, in writing, by text message.” He turned the tablet in his hands and touched the screen, and a recording played — captured, he noted, by the hospital’s own hallway cameras at a quarter to nine that morning.

It was Trent’s voice. Once the judge signs the conservatorship at ten, we sign the developer’s contract by noon.