She showed me how the timing lined up: the fog had not been random cruelty but a calendar.

Each escalation of my medication tracked to a period when larger sums needed to move, when a clearer-headed CEO might have caught an anomaly in a statement.

My confusion had been dosed to the rhythm of the theft.

“This is the part that will end them in front of a jury,” Corinne said, tapping a column of dates.

“Not the money alone — money can always be explained away by a clever enough lawyer.

It’s the correlation.