“It goes to a safe deposit box at First National,” I said.

I took the yellow carbon receipt my father had given me out of my purse and laid it beside the brass key.

“He wired three thousand dollars to Canton on the morning of the service,” I said.

“And tonight he took my bank card and threatened to take Jeremy away if I ask any more questions.”

My father slowly shook his head, his voice unsteady.

“Sarah, if you drag this out into the open, the whole town will be talking.