I held one up. “This one’s my favorite. The part where your mother writes, ‘If Vivian refuses custody terms, leak the affair story and freeze her out.’ Very elegant.”

Eleanor’s mouth opened.

I went on. “Then there are the wire transfers from your charity foundation to the shell company. The fake consulting invoices. The forged signature on my insurance cancellation.”

Julian moved toward me. “Give me that.”

Dr. Thorne caught his wrist.

“Touch her,” he said softly, “and I’ll make sure the police arrive before your lawyer does.”

Julian yanked free. “You don’t know who you’re protecting.”

Dr. Thorne looked at my baby again, his eyes breaking for one second.

“Yes,” he said. “I think I do.”