“She used forged documents to siphon funds into offshore accounts,” Nathan continued.

He turned to me and held out his hand.

I opened the folder and handed him the yellowed, original copy of his father’s will.

The document bore the official blue seal of the state of West Virginia.

“This is my father’s true last will and testament,” Nathan said, placing it on the table.

“The copy you filed in Connecticut was a fabrication, Mother.”

Mr. Sterling reached for the document.

He adjusted his reading glasses and began to flip through the pages.

“Where did you get this?” Mr. Sterling asked, his voice shaking.

“It was hidden in the floorboards of our old family home,” I said.

Every eye in the room turned to me.

“The home that Eleanor paid someone to burn down,” I added.

Eleanor let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“This is ridiculous,” she said. “Are we taking the word of a former maid?”

“We have more than her word,” Nathan said.

He tapped the screen of the phone on the table.

“Marcus, play the audio,” Nathan called out to the speakerphone system on the ceiling.