“I am recommending immediate federal prosecution for wire fraud, identity theft, and conspiracy.”

Sloane let out a low, whimpering sob from the back of the room.

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking violently.

“This court is adjourned,” Judge Vance said.

She brought her wooden gavel down once.

The sound was a sharp crack that felt like a physical blow.

She rose from her seat, her black robe billowing behind her, and disappeared through the door.

For a moment, nobody moved.

The court officer stood by the door, his hand resting near his belt.

Lydia turned to me, a quiet, professional smile touching her lips.

“It is over, Evelyn,” she said.

“We have everything.”

“Yes,” I said.

My voice sounded strange to me—quiet, thin, but completely steady.

I looked across the aisle.

Carter was staring at the table, his arms hanging limp at his sides.

Vivian stood up, her expensive wool coat draped over her arm.

She looked at me, her eyes dark with a cold, pure hatred.

“You think you have won, Evelyn,” Vivian said, her voice low enough that only our table could hear.