years trying to prove what happened.
I looked across the table at her.
“Why come here?”
“I believed Aaron stole from my family.”
She paused.
“Then I found evidence that he was stealing from you too.”
She placed financial records beside the development files.
Transfers.
Shell companies.
Hidden accounts.
Payments.
Some of them connected directly to Aaron’s mother.
I slowly turned toward my mother-in-law.
The woman who had told me to be more considerate on the jet now sat staring at documents linking her to company money.
Elena pointed to
