Nolan pulled away from him, his eyes still fixed on me.

“Evelyn,” he said, his voice cracking.

“You know how things were.”

“You were so overwhelmed.”

“I was only trying to help you.”

“I was trying to take the pressure off.”

“By forging my signature?” I asked.

“By transferring my family’s money to an account only you had the password to?”

“It was for our future,” he said.

“For Maisie.”

“You couldn’t handle the responsibility.”

“You told me that yourself.”

“You cried in the bedroom and said you wished someone would just take care of it.”

I looked at the video camera recording every word.

“And that’s why you changed the passwords to my personal email?” I asked.

“That’s why you deleted the messages from my father’s office?”

“So I would think he wasn’t writing back to me?”

Nolan’s lawyer stood up.

“We are going to take a recess,” the lawyer said.

“My client is not answering any more questions about the digital files until we have our own expert review them.”

“He will answer them,” Sarah Vance said.