Marcus Vance sat in a green wingback chair next to Nora’s desk.

He was wearing a dark gray suit, his hands resting loosely in his lap.

“Dr.

Vance has agreed to sign,” Nora said, tilting the camera so we could see the top of the desk.

Dr.

Vance cleared his throat in the quiet room.

“I’ve read the document carefully, Vivian.

Everything in this statement matches the original, unaltered clinic ledgers from five years ago.”