“She transferred her entire stake in Rourke Regional Mobility to me.”

My stomach dropped, but I kept my face perfectly still.

I knew I had never signed such a document.

I looked at my attorney, Deborah, who was already standing up.

“Your Honor, we have had no discovery on this document,” Deborah said.

“This is a trial by ambush.”

“It is a matter of correcting the record, Your Honor,” Philip Dane smoothly intervened, stepping in front of Gavin.

Dane took the folder and walked it to the bailiff.

The bailiff took the folder and marched it up to the bench.

Sloane Pierce stood up from her seat in the gallery.

“I saw her sign it!” Sloane called out.

Her voice was loud, echoing off the mahogany walls.

Judge Beckett banged her gavel once, a sharp crack that made the bailiff jump.

“Ms. Pierce, you are a spectator in this courtroom,” Judge Beckett said.

“One more outburst and you will be escorted to the lobby.”

Sloane did not sit down immediately.

She smoothed her cream-colored blazer and stared directly at me.