“On the morning of the twelfth, you left the house at six in the morning to play golf in Delaware.”

“I was at the pediatrician’s office with Maisie from eight until noon.”

“We were never in the kitchen together.”

Nolan didn’t look at the paper.

“You must be remembering the date wrong, Evelyn,” he said, his voice dropping into that familiar, soothing tone.

“You were very tired then.”

“You were taking the medication the doctor gave you.”

“The medication you told me made you forget things.”

“Mr. Pierce,” Sarah Vance interrupted.

“Please look at the screen.”

She clicked a remote, and the large television on the wall turned on.

On the screen was a line of code.

“This is the metadata from the PDF document you submitted to the bank,” Sarah said.

“It shows the file was created on your work computer at 3:14 AM on the fourteenth.”

“It also shows that the signature image was imported from a file named ‘Evelyn_Sig_Scan.png’.”

“A file that was created on your phone three weeks earlier.”

Nolan’s lawyer leaned over and whispered something in Nolan’s ear.