Harrison took a step into the room, his fists clenching at his sides.

“You think a piece of paper changes anything?” he sneered.

“Dr. Marren signed the medical evaluation.”

“You are legally incompetent to manage this estate.”

“Dr. Marren is currently at the county police station,” Grace said, stepping forward.

She pulled a document from her briefcase and held it up.

“He signed a full confession twenty minutes ago.”

“He admitted that you paid him fifty thousand dollars to falsify Vivian’s medical records.”

“He also admitted that you pressured him to prescribe medications that kept her disoriented.”

Harrison’s face drained of color.

He looked at his mother, but Beatrice was looking at the window.

The blue and red lights of police cruisers were flashing against the glass.

The sirens were silent, but the lights cut through the darkness of the driveway.

“This is absurd,” Beatrice said, her voice cracking slightly.

“We have done nothing but protect this estate from your instability, Vivian.”

“You forged my mother’s signature on the transfer deeds, Beatrice,” I said.

“Matteo found the original sketches of the Celestia gown.”