Naomi placed printed records beside the tablet. “Those messages came from a cloned account created on Audrey’s laptop.”

Audrey backed away. “You can’t prove who typed them.”

“We can,” Naomi replied. “The device history, home network logs, and cloud backups identify you.”

Eleanor still tried to smile. “Even if tempers rose, Lucas won’t destroy his own family.”

I opened the folder. Inside were statements from my grandfather’s trust, Eleanor’s occupancy agreement, and records showing that she and Audrey had transferred thirty-eight thousand dollars from the household emergency account using Sophia’s forged signature.

“What is that?” Eleanor asked.