“In exchange for a plea to a lesser charge and probation.”

Vance looked toward the two-way mirror, knowing we were watching.

“We will discuss that with the state attorney,” Vance said.

“But she needs to write down every detail first.”

“Every bank, every date, every dollar.”

Stephanie reached for a pen, her hand trembling so hard she dropped it twice on the metal table.

She began to write on the yellow legal pad Vance provided.

An hour later, Marisol and I sat in a small conference room down the hall.

The air conditioning hummed loudly, blowing cold air directly onto my neck.

I pulled my cardigan tighter around my shoulders, shivering.

Marisol was reviewing a copy of Stephanie’s initial statement.

“This is incredibly strong, Elena,” Marisol said.

She tapped the page with her pen.

“Stephanie just admitted to helping Derek forge your name on the deed of the condo.”

“She also gave us the exact account numbers where the three hundred thousand dollars went.”

“Is it enough to keep him away from me?” I asked.

“It’s enough to put him behind bars for a very long time,” Marisol said.