Judith signed off as co-trustee without my knowledge.”

Judith didn’t turn to look at me.

She tapped her dark red manicured nails on the dark mahogany table, three quick taps.

“I signed because my son asked me to protect the family firm’s long-term integrity,” Judith said, her voice carrying the cold, formal wording she used when giving orders to the household staff.

“You grew up in a modest five-room house in Knox County, Mara.

You think ten thousand dollars is a fortune.