“I was trying to save the portfolio for all of us.”

“You bought a twenty-eight-thousand-dollar bracelet while Dad was in treatment,” I said.

Julian shifted his weight, his fingers twitching against the seam of his trousers.

“The state prosecutor has the file,” I said to his lawyer.

“I won’t sign a petition, and I won’t attend the bail hearing.”

“Elena, you’re destroying your own family,” Serena spat, her eyes wide and red.

“Julian destroyed it when he logged into Dad’s bank account from his living room,” I said.