whispered, “Evan, stop talking.”
But Evan was unraveling. “Mara set this up. She’s poisoning my daughter.”
I opened my final folder.
“No,” I said. “You poisoned your own case.”
I handed over the full financial report, notarized summaries, account trails, screenshots, and a statement from Evan’s former bookkeeper. She had come to me three weeks earlier,continue reading …