“That’s an official trust record,” I said.

“That’s fifty thousand dollars taken from household funds,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt.

“Where would a penniless orphan like you get fifty thousand dollars if you didn’t steal it from my son?”

“That transfer came from my father’s estate,” I said.

“Your father left you nothing but cheap sentiment and unpaid bills,” Doña Victoria said, her fingers flicking quickly over her silk neck scarf.

“You have twenty minutes to pack your personal clothes.”