“This is outrageous,” Graham’s attorney said, standing up. “These are unverified documents from over a decade ago.”

“They are fully verified, Your Honor,” Marcus said. “We have the affidavit from the former CFO who witnessed the transaction.”

“The funds were used to prop up Mr. Graham Ralston’s insolvent businesses.”

“Furthermore, we have evidence that the Ralston estate is currently millions of dollars in debt.”

“They are facing imminent foreclosure on their primary residence.”

Judge Avery adjusted her glasses and read through the documents.

The silence in the courtroom was absolute, save for the hum of the air conditioner.

Graham leaned over and whispered something to his mother.

Gloria ignored him, her eyes fixed on me with a cold, burning hatred.

I looked back at her, keeping my expression neutral.

“Mr. Ralston,” Judge Avery said, looking at Graham’s attorney. “Do you have any rebuttal to these transactions?”

“We… we would need time to review these allegations, Your Honor,” the attorney stammered.

“Time is not something we have, counselor,” Judge Avery said.

She looked at Graham, then at Gloria, and finally at me.