“I was only trying to save the firm from your father’s old debts.”

I did not answer him.

I looked back at Sloane, whose eyes were wide and desperate.

“Where are the server logs, Sloane?” I asked.

“In a safety deposit box at the Rhode Island Union Bank,” she said immediately.

“I have the key in my apartment.”

“And the digital copies are on a secure drive.”

“I can get them for you today.”

“Right now.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Vivian said from her armchair.

She had not stood up once during the entire confrontation.

She looked at me with a cold, pitying smile that made my stomach turn.

“It won’t matter what she gives you, Evelyn,” Vivian said.

She smoothed the front of her wool skirt.

“A judge won’t take the word of an unstable woman.”

“Nor will they take the word of a hysterical mother who has been neglected.”

I felt the air in the room grow suddenly colder.

“What are you talking about, Vivian?” I asked.

Vivian turned her head toward Carter.

“Did you receive the courier package from Dr. Aris, Carter?” she asked.