He looked back at me from across the aisle, his eyes hollow and defeated.

“You ruined my entire life, Claire,” he spat, his voice trembling with defeated rage.

I slowly reached up with my right hand and gently touched the thick, textured scar tissue visible just above the neckline of my blouse.

“No, Daniel,” I replied softly, making sure he heard every syllable.

“You ruined your own life. I simply documented what you did with it.”

The judge showed no mercy.

Vivian was sentenced to fourteen hard years in a state penitentiary. Daniel received twenty-two years in federal lockup. Their appeals were swiftly laughed out of court, and thanks to my forensic team, nearly every single stolen dollar was recovered and returned to the trust.