the account in your name.”
“And because I knew, even then, that you had earned a life that did not depend on whether I remained brave.”
Eleanor stepped outside.
“Judge Porter is ready.”
Inside the judge’s chambers, the account records waited in a sealed envelope.
Eleanor and Martin occupied two chairs near the wall.
Andrew sat beside me, leaving a respectful distance between us.
The judge opened the envelope.
“The account was established one month before Victor’s death,” she said.
“Mr. Ellison was the only authorized signatory.”
“Was the money