She did not flinch, nor did she look away.

“The trust was meant for the children’s wing at the hospital,” I said, my voice rising. “For the historic preservation of the harbor.”

“The harbor is dying anyway, Evelyn,” Marjorie said coldly.

“You stole from my family’s legacy,” I said, taking a step toward her. “To pay for this?”

I gestured to Graham, who was now leaning against a wooden pew, looking completely defeated.

“To pay for his country club dues? To pay for your jewelry?” I asked.

“We did what was necessary to keep the Caldwell name respectable,” Marjorie said, her voice steady. “Your father would have understood.”

“My father would have had you arrested,” I said.

Julian was still scrolling, his expression becoming more grim by the second.

“It’s worse than that, Evelyn,” Julian said, looking up from the tablet.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“The total amount withdrawn over the last five years,” Julian said, looking at Marjorie. “It exceeds the actual value of the trust.”

“What?” I said.

“They didn’t just drain the interest,” Julian said. “They leveraged the principal against private loans.”