“If he signs this asset and debt disclosure, he is legally bound by every line,” Marcus said.

“He will sign it,” I replied. “He thinks he has leverage because of that safe-deposit box.”

The heavy oak door of the conference room clicked open.

Ethan walked in, wearing his charcoal suit and a blue tie I had bought him for his birthday.

He looked tired, with dark shadows under his eyes, but his shoulders were straight.

He had a smug, quiet smile on his face that made my stomach turn.

He sat down in the chair next to me, smelling of mints and cold wind.

“Morning,” Ethan said, leaning back and crossing his legs.

“Let’s get right to it,” I said, keeping my voice flat and strained.

I looked down at my hands in my lap, pretending to hide a tremor.

“I saw the photo your mother sent,” I said.

Ethan smiled, tracing the seam of his trousers with his thumb.

“Linda found the spare key in your mother’s desk at the lake house,” he said.

“You had no right to go into her box,” I said, my voice cracking slightly for effect.