“Your mother-in-law has been a busy woman,” Nora said, leaning across the glass desk.

She pushed a printout of an audit ledger across the surface until it touched my hand.

“What am I looking at here?” I asked.

“An off-the-books cash transfer out of the Aldridge Luxe foundation,” Nora said.

“Rosalind sent seventy-four thousand dollars to a private maternal health clinic in Fort Lee, New Jersey.”

“That transfer went out six weeks ago,” I said.

“Three days before Spencer skipped your hospital discharge,” Nora added.