Have you no shame?”

I didn’t flinch. I took a seat near the door and folded my hands in my lap.

Marcus lowered his eyes. “Elena, I’m devastated. I can’t believe you’d rob my mother’s estate while I was flying across the country working to provide for us.”

The performance made me physically ill. He slid a folder across the table. “Return the passbook. Sign this waiver of alimony, sign the divorce papers, and I won’t call the police for grand theft.”

I looked at the document. Then I looked at Richard.

“No.”