He looked between Victoria and the yellow envelope.

Kayla leaned over the table, trying to read the document upside down.

“Is that about the money?” Kayla demanded.

Jerome Carter, my attorney, sat back in his leather chair and folded his hands.

He did not look surprised at all.

“Actually, Victoria, I believe those are the supplemental exhibits I filed this morning,” Jerome said.

His voice was calm, almost soothing, like a doctor delivering bad news.

Victoria looked up at Jerome, then at me.

“Mrs. Collins,” Victoria said, addressing me by my married name. “Did you authorize this?”

“I did,” I said.

The air conditioning in the room kicked on, sending a cold draft across my neck.

Scott gripped his pen tighter.

“What did you do, Avery?” he hissed.

Jerome reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of paper.

He slid a copy across the table to Scott and another to Victoria.

“Let us start with the timeline,” Jerome said.

He tapped the top page with a manicured finger.

“As we know, the late Mrs. Clara Vance’s trust contains a very specific moral clause,” Jerome began.