“The FBI is already reviewing the fraudulent documents Vance submitted on your behalf.”

Elena looked up at Voss, her lips trembling.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means you are facing ten to fifteen years in a federal penitentiary for bank fraud and conspiracy,” Voss said.

“Unless you sign this document.”

Dorian lunged toward the desk, but Miller caught him by the shoulder, shoving him back against the bookshelf.

“Don’t touch that paper, Elena!” Dorian yelled, his voice cracking with rage.

“If you sign that, we have nothing!”

“If she doesn’t sign it, she goes to prison,” I said, looking my mother in the eyes.

“And you will go with her.”

“Maren, please,” my mother pleaded, her hands shaking as she looked at the pen.

“I did this for us. To keep the family together.”

“You did this for Dorian,” I said.

“You let him sell my father’s land, piece by piece, to fund Brielle’s lifestyle.”

“You knew what he was doing, and you looked the other way.”

Brielle began to cry, her expensive heels clicking on the hardwood as she shifted her weight.