He pulled a gold-and-enamel shield from his breast pocket and held it out for me to see.

“I’m Special Agent Miller with the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” he said.

His face was lined with exhaustion, his grey hair cropped close to his skull.

“Your attorney, Mr. Voss, indicated you would be here,” he added.

I lowered my phone, but the screen still glowed against my palm.

“You’ve seen the document, then,” I said, pointing slightly toward my device.

Agent Miller nodded, pulling a wooden chair closer to the side of my hospital bed.

“We just finalized the signatures thirty minutes ago at the federal building downtown,” he said.

He sat down, placing his hands on his knees.

“Your mother-in-law has formally entered into a cooperation agreement with the United States Attorney’s Office.”

I took a slow, shallow breath, feeling the stretch of my pregnant belly against the hospital gown.

“Vivian actually signed it,” I said.

“She did,” Miller replied.

“She agreed to testify against Callum regarding the unauthorized transfer of the family trust funds.”

I stared at the pale green paint on the recovery room wall.