It held money my father had intended for my future and which I had been told was exhausted years ago.

The folder grew from three pages to nearly a hundred.

I hadn’t planned revenge.

I had hoped there might be an innocent explanation.

But every new document made that hope harder to hold.

PART 5

Evelyn Price’s office occupied the second floor of a brick building with tall windows and plants that drooped toward the sunlight.

She had silver hair, a practical gray suit, and the habit of listening all the way to the end of a sentence before speaking.