For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

I want to know how he manages the rest of the year.”

“Now let’s take a breath, Arthur,” she said.

“Mark works hard.

He’s raising our granddaughter alone.”

I pointed to the open binder.

I didn’t mention the missing tags.

I left my hand flat over the torn paper edges.

“I just want to be sure Emma has what she needs,” I said.