“A settlement?” Graham sounded suspicious, but I could hear the relief in his tone.

“Yes,” I said. “But your mother needs to be here. The trust involves her as well.”

“My mother has nothing to do with our divorce,” Graham said.

“She has everything to do with the Caldwell estate,” I replied. “If she is not here, there is no deal, and I will go public.”

Another long pause stretched over the line.

“Fine,” Graham said. “We will be there in thirty minutes.”

He hung up.

I looked at Julian, my hands trembling slightly. “They are coming.”

“I will print the final pages of the audit from my portable drive,” Julian said, opening his briefcase on a pew.

He set up his small mobile printer on the wooden bench.

The quiet hum of the machine was the only sound in the chapel for the next ten minutes.

Page after page of bank statements, transfer receipts, and forged signatures slid into the tray.

I picked up the documents and began organizing them into a thick manila folder.

The numbers were clear and devastating.