it to myself first because her file wouldn’t open.”

The room became silent.

“Do you still have the email?”

The attachment contained the original authorization form.

And metadata.

The form had been created on Deborah’s laptop.

Arthur’s signature had been inserted as an image.

That should have been the final shock.

It wasn’t.

The bank investigation uncovered something stranger.

The twenty-eight thousand dollars had been returned.

Not recently.

Three days after the purchase.

Into the same joint account.

Arthur frowned when we read the report.

“Then where did the money