Those logs also showed that Daniel had attempted to delete vendor files from his phone while standing beside Sofia’s coffin.
By evening, both of their phones began ringing constantly.
Daniel found me beside a framed photograph of Sofia.
In the picture, she was smiling with one front tooth missing and her hair tied in purple ribbons.
“You’re destroying everything,” he said.
I looked at Sofia’s fearless grin.
“No. I’m preventing you from destroying anything else.”
He grabbed my arm.
A voice behind him spoke firmly.
“Take your hand off her.”
Daniel turned.
My attorney stood there with two company board members and a detective from the financial crimes unit.
Vanessa stared at the detective’s badge.
For the first time that day, her grief appeared genuine.
The confrontation took place before the last funeral guest had left.
I approached the microphone beneath Sofia’s photograph.
Vanessa rushed toward me, but the detective stepped into her path.
