I stood beside Daniel, watching the people who had tried to destroy my mother’s legacy tear each other apart.

“They had a plan to push you out entirely,” Daniel whispered to me.

“We found drafts of a board resolution on the secure server.”

“They were going to declare you mentally unfit to manage the estate.”

“The draft was saved on Sloane’s home network.”

“We need those physical drives from her apartment to prove it in court.”

The lead investigator turned his attention to me.

“Mrs. Hart,” he said, walking down the steps of the stage.

“We need you to come with us to the administrative offices to oversee the server lockout.”

“Of course,” I said.

I looked down at my phone again.

The Delaware ledger document was still open on the screen.

Suddenly, the screen blinked.

A second document began to download into the secure folder.

The file name was a string of numbers that matched my mother’s birthdate.

My thumb hovered over the download bar.

The progress indicator reached one hundred percent.

A new window popped open, displaying a scanned video file with a timestamp from the hospital room.