“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

Laura looked at me with great respect.

“You didn’t lose your mind, Rachel,” Laura said gently to me.

“You had the nerve to steal their master ledger and the brains to hide it where nobody would ever look.”

She pointed her finger at my yellow raincoat, hanging on the wall hook.

“Your old appointment planners are more than just simple daily journals,” Laura explained.

“One of those planners has the exact location of the ledger.

Gabriel took up the photo of the white envelope.