“And so did you, Gloria.”

“I have the files from the offshore account in the Cayman Islands.”

“The one you used to hide the depreciating assets of the family trust.”

Gloria’s hand began to tremble.

She tried to slide her purse behind her back.

“That is private family business,” she said.

“It was private,” I said.

“Until you used those fake assets as collateral for the loan on the Highland Park house.”

“The house I now own.”

Graham stood up, his face completely drained of color.

“Jo, you wouldn’t,” he whispered.

“That would ruin my mother.”

“She would go to prison.”

“That is for the court to decide,” I said.

“I am presenting the evidence to the judge tomorrow morning.”

“Along with my petition for sole custody of Hazel and Ruby.”

Gloria gasped, her hand flying to her throat.

“You can’t take my granddaughters,” she screeched.

“They are Ralstons.”

“They are my daughters,” I said.

“And they will not be raised by people who commit bank fraud to maintain a false front.”

I tapped my phone screen to wake it.

Another message had arrived from my attorney.