ELENA
Isla pulled out her phone before I could ask.
"I took a photo," she said. "Remember when I came to visit you and he was there? Something didn't feel right so I secretly took a photo of the both of you."
She showed me the photo.
"See that little tip of paper on his pocket? That's the document he made you sign, didn't he?"
I nodded.
Liam looked like a loving, concerned husband in the photo.
The time stamp in the corner of that day he came to visit me and it should match the document with my signature.
"Can you send this to Sophia?"
"I already did."
**
Sophia's conference room was on the fourteenth floor of a building on Park Avenue.
She was already at the table when we arrived — documents laid out, recorder on.
She had been waiting for exactly this and was not going to w
