“You’re starting the legal destruction of his career,” Robert said.

“There will be no quiet divorce.

The financial press will cover every detail.

He will face federal charges.”

I looked down at the signature line at the bottom of the page.

Aaron was probably sitting in his corner office right now, or maybe having a drink at his private club.

He was celebrating his coming transfer.

He thought he had outsmarted my father, gone around Daniel, and permanently broken my spirit.