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

into her purse and pulled out a flash drive.

“I kept copies of emails. Messages. Draft proposals. He wanted to move trust assets through a consulting firm after the babies were born. He said you’d be too overwhelmed to notice.”

Margaret stepped forward instantly.

“Why bring this now?”

Tessa swallowed.

“Because I watched him leave the hospital without seeing continue reading …