I picked up my phone and opened a blank text thread with Arthur Vance.

I had to decide whether to push for the harshest civilian punishment against my brother.

I stared at the cursor blinking on the glass screen.

If I filed a local police report for forgery, the county prosecutor could go after a ten-year state prison sentence.

I could demand the maximum emotional distress damages and ruin him in civil court on top of that.

I deleted the blank message without typing a single word.