“Your money? Dad told me it was family money.”
I turned toward him.
Dad looked away.
That told me everything.
I opened my handbag and took out a folder.
“I brought copies for everyone.”
My uncle frowned.
“Copies of what?”
“Every deposit. Every transfer. Every time one of you called me selfish and then asked me to pay for the mess afterward.”
Mom reached toward the folder.
I pulled it away.
“Not yet.”
Then my phone rang.
The caller ID made Dad’s face turn pale.
Reed & Lawson Bank.
Private
