I can’t walk into that courtroom with this evidence myself — the judge won’t accept documents from a clinically insane woman. I need someone with legal standing.

Someone directly implicated in the fraud. To file an emergency intervention.”

“You want me to sue my own sister?”

“I want you to save yourself,” I corrected. “And in doing so, you give me my life back.”

Lucas stared at the forged documents. The silence in the restaurant was deafening. He opened his mouth to speak.

A shadow fell over the table.