“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.

“Particularly if they want to conceal some transactions from digital audits.”

Dad folded the paper and returned it to his pocket.

Dad said, I checked with some old contacts about the ledger but no one had any information.

“Why didn’t you ask me about it three weeks ago?” I asked Dad.

“Because your husband called my home that same week,” Dad said softly.

My stomach clenched.

“What did he tell you?”

Dad said, his tone heavy.