“That amendment is the only thing keeping this estate in your family’s name,” he added.

“If I throw that out, the original seventy-two agreement stands, and as your husband, I own half of every acre.”

Marjorie let out a soft, whimpering groan from the front pew, her head bowed so low her chin touched her chest.

“Graham, don’t do this,” Marjorie whispered. “You don’t know what you’re opening up.”

“Be quiet, Mother,” Graham said without looking at her.

He turned his eyes back to me, his expression triumphant.

“I will drag your family’s name through every tabloid in the state,” Graham said.

“I will prove your beloved grandmother was a senile old woman who was manipulated by her lawyers.”

“Mr. Caldwell,” Officer Ramirez said, his hand resting on the heavy black handle of his flashlight. “We are leaving. Now.”

Graham took a deep breath, smoothing the lapels of his wool coat with both hands.

“See you in court, Evelyn,” Graham said.

He turned on his heel and walked down the aisle, his posture straight and confident.

Officer Ramirez followed him, the heavy church doors swinging shut behind them with a dull thud.