Selina had taken the most responsible act of my son’s difficult year and recast it as evidence of madness.

And in doing so she had made a mistake that people who lie about mental health so often make: she had pointed at the door, confident it hid a monster, and forced it open in a courtroom — and behind it was simply a good man asking for help.

The therapy notes were not evidence of David’s instability.

They were, once actually read, some of the strongest evidence of his sanity we possessed.

Chapter 13 — The Forensic Accountant

Then we turned to the money, and for that Howard brought in a forensic accountant, and three weeks later she spread a series of financial flowcharts across the table in my office.