Mark dropped his hands onto the table.

The ice in his tall glass clinked against the sides.

“Are you asking for my receipts?” Mark asked.

“I’m asking how my granddaughter is being provided for,” I said.

Mark leaned over his plate.

His face went completely cold, and his voice dropped to a low hiss that cut right through the noise of the diner.

“Laura would be sickened by this,” Mark said.

“She trusted me to take care of our family.