He had turned my own family into a battlefield.

He thought the restraining order would make me back off and protect my own peace.

He thought the threat of county jail would keep me away from the bank on Friday morning.

I pulled out a wooden stool and sat down at the kitchen island.

I needed a secure place.

I needed official witnesses.

I needed ironclad proof that he was actively stealing from his own daughter.

I had to find a way to force Mark into a public legal accounting before December 15.