“Every time Nolan logged into my personal email from his office IP address.”

“Every time he accessed my bank accounts while I was asleep in the clinic.”

“And the metadata from the scanned PDF of the transfer agreement.”

I looked at Sarah Vance.

“He didn’t just forge my signature,” I said.

“He used a software program to overlay my handwriting from our wedding certificate onto the contract.”

“The timestamp on the file is from 3:14 AM on October 14th.”

“The night Maisie was admitted to the pediatric ICU.”

The room went completely quiet.

Even the hum of the air conditioning seemed to fade.

My father looked at the USB drive, then up at me.

“He did that while the baby was in the hospital?” my father asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“Yes,” I said.

“He told me he was going to the cafeteria to get coffee.”

“Instead, he was in the lobby on his laptop, transferring twelve million dollars out of my trust.”

Sarah Vance reached out and picked up the drive.

“We’ll need to run this through our forensic team to verify the hashes,” she said.