“But if this is clean, it’s not just fraud.”

“It’s proof of a systematic attempt to isolate and manipulate you.”

“The court will see it as gaslighting under the legal definition of coercive control.”

“We can use this to force him into a deposition before the criminal trial even begins.”

“I want to be there,” I said.

“I want to ask the questions.”

My father leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table.

“Evelyn, you don’t have to do that,” he said.

“We can let the lawyers handle it.”

“No,” I said, looking him in the eye.

“He spent three years making me believe I was losing my mind.”

“I want him to look at me when he has to explain how he did it.”

Sarah Vance looked at my father, then back to me.

“We can arrange that,” she said.

“We will schedule the deposition for Tuesday morning in our conference room downstairs.”

“We will subpoena him from the federal holding facility.”

“He will have to answer under oath.”

I stood up from the table.

“I need to go home,” I said.