“The two independent medical capacity reports in folder one state otherwise,” Samuel said, tapping his silver pen against the ledger.

“Dr.

Aris Thorne certified your father as fully alert, oriented, and mentally sound on June tenth, six days after his second call to the fraud department.”

Julian stared at the paper on the desk, his hands twitching at his sides.

“Dad was playing games.

He was confused about his own accounts.”

“He wasn’t confused, Julian,” I said, clearing my throat gently before stating the fact.

“He knew every single dollar that went missing.”