“Does he have the money to pay them?” I asked.

“Not anymore,” Arthur said.

“The injunction froze everything he thought he owned.”

Arthur took off his glasses and polished the lenses with a small microfiber cloth.

“The district attorney will want to know whether you intend to press formal criminal charges,” Arthur said.

I looked at the scuff marks on the toes of my boots.

A criminal trial would mean months in a courtroom with Gregory.

It would mean testifying about my mother and listening to his lies on the stand.