“I just want to sign the final release forms,” I said.

Arthur put his glasses back on and cleared his throat loudly.

“Are you absolutely certain?” Arthur asked.

“You have every right to see him prosecuted for stealing your mother’s settlement.”

“I’m certain,” I said.

“I’m not spending another year of my life tied to him.”

Arthur nodded slowly and opened the top folder.

He turned a blue pen around in his fingers and slid a formal bank receipt across the desk.