“They knew something was wrong,” I said.

“They did,” Adelaide agreed.

“But they didn’t have the proof.”

She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine.

“You gave them the ledger, Natalie.”

“Where is it now?” I asked.

“The FBI has the physical book,” she said.

“But my lawyers made sure a digital copy was secured first.”

“Your lawyers?” I asked, suspicious.

“I am not your enemy, Natalie,” Adelaide said softly.

“I know I supported the public humiliation before.”

“You did,” I said.

“Because Victoria told me you were trying to destroy the family name,” Adelaide said.

“She lied to all of us.”

“She lied to protect a criminal,” I said.

“I know that now,” Adelaide said.

“And I want to help you fix this.”

The door to the hospital room opened.

Agent Harris walked in, carrying a folder.

He wore a dark blue suit, his badge clipped to his belt.

“Mrs. Callahan,” Harris said.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” I said.

“But glad to be here.”

“You did a brave thing,” Harris said.

“But we still have a lot of work to do.”