It would give Nolan the leverage he wanted to force a settlement.

I took a deep breath and took photos of every page with my phone.

I sent them directly to my lead attorney.

“Verify the signature of Dr. Sterling,” I texted him.

“Find out when this file was created.”

My phone buzzed in my hand before I could set it down.

It was an unknown number.

I hesitated, then answered it.

“Evelyn,” Nolan’s voice came through the speaker.

He sounded different than he had on the television.

His tone was cold, triumphant, and entirely devoid of the emotion he had shown the reporters.

“I assume my mother delivered the package,” he said.

“You are a monster, Nolan,” I said.

“I am a father fighting for his child,” he said, mocking his own public persona.

“The press is outside your father’s estate right now.”

“They are waiting for a statement.”

“What are you going to tell them, Evelyn?”

“Are you going to tell them that you are too unstable to care for our daughter?”

“I have the proof,” he added.

“It’s over.”