Chapter 9 — Eleanor Thorne

That Monday I sat across a mahogany desk from Eleanor Thorne, who was, by reputation, the most formidable divorce and forensic legal mind in the state, and I laid my evidence in front of her: the encrypted drive, and the financial audits I had spent the weekend assembling.

“He’s been setting up shell accounts to drain my family’s trust,” I told her, “while bringing his mistress into my home.” Eleanor Thorne is a small, precise woman with the stillness of a person who has seen every kind of human ruin cross her desk and is no longer surprised by any of it.

She watched the footage.