The house on Sedgewick, the accounts, the rest of it.”

“Maximum,” I said.

“It’s allowed.

Given the forgery and the assault, a judge would likely grant it.”

I looked at Clara.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth had gone slack with sleep.

“No punitive damages,” I said.

“Restitution of the forty-one thousand two hundred dollars, and a legal wall between us.”