“Do you want me to help you index the cash withdrawals?” Evelyn asked.

“I have the final bank trace right here,” I said, using a yellow highlighter to mark the matching transfer codes across three separate statements.

“He really thought you’d sign that quitclaim and walk away with ten thousand dollars,” my mother said.

“He thought I was too tired to stand up to him,” I said.

I stacked the verified bank records into the left pocket of my blue vinyl binder.

Every dollar he had taken, every fake corporate expense, and every unauthorized loan was accounted for down to the last cent.