PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

for the company and the trust. I had every right.”

Judge Pike looked at Bryce again.

“Mr. Calloway, why were you seeking signing authority?”

Bryce’s voice tightened.

“Because Savannah was inexperienced.”

Savannah lifted her head.

For the first time, she spoke without waiting for permission.

“My father trained me for eleven years.”

Everyone turned.

Her voice continue reading …