“Drop the accusation,” Sigrid said.

“Lars might forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?” I asked.

“For forcing him to lose his temper.

Sign the house over, and we can all say the video misunderstood what happened.”

And there it went — the last innocent explanation they had, destroyed in a sentence by the woman who’d wiped the counter. Sign the house over, and we can say the video misunderstood. She had just offered, on a recorded line, to trade a lie for my inheritance.