Julian sat three feet away at the defense table, adjusting his gold wristwatch every time his attorney turned a page.

Serena sat beside him in a beige wool coat, her heavy diamond charm bracelet resting on the polished oak.

Julian’s attorney stood up and smoothed his gray suit jacket.

“Your Honor, Victor Moreno was an elderly man whose health was failing,” the lawyer said to Judge Callahan.

“He relied on his son for financial management and freely gave him password access to assist with investments.”

Samuel Price didn’t rise from our table, but he tapped his silver ballpoint pen against his leather ledger once.