“I have eighteen hundred dollars in my credit union account,” I said.

I took my navy leather wallet out of my jacket and set my bank card on the edge of his desk pad.

Daniel looked at the card for a second before sliding it back across the smooth oak.

“Keep your card for now.

I’ll bill you at the end of the month, but you need to understand that eighteen hundred dollars comes straight out of your personal savings before we ever set foot in front of a judge.”

“I’m not letting him take Grandfather’s land,” I said.