“But documents get leaked all the time.”

“Imagine what the board of the Crane Trust would think if they saw those notes.”

“Imagine what a judge would think when deciding who should have custody of that little girl.”

Nathan’s panic seemed to ease slightly as he listened to her.

He looked at me, a slow, ugly understanding dawning on his face.

“She’s right, Catherine,” Nathan said, his confidence returning.

“You’ve been very vocal about your struggles lately.”

“We have records.”

“If you want to play dirty with the trust, we can play dirty with your reputation.”

“No one will leave a child with a mother who admits she can’t cope with reality.”

I stood my ground, though my knees felt weak.

“Those notes are protected by law,” I said.

“Only if they stay in the doctor’s office,” Sloane said.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her own phone.

“But sometimes, things find their way onto the internet.”

“Especially when a local journalist is looking for a story about a wealthy heiress losing her mind.”

She tapped her screen, her long nails clicking against the glass.