the hardwood floor, and shattered into dozens of tiny pieces.
My husband, Brandon, was still standing there with his right hand raised, his fingers stiff and his knuckles pale.
I stared at him in disbelief.
“What on earth are you doing?”
His face was completely red with rage.
He pointed aggressively at my mother and shouted, “Why don’t you ask your thieving mother what she did?”
According to Brandon, $10,500 had disappeared from a hidden drawer inside his private office desk.
He claimed that he had gone downstairs for
