“It’s absolutely nothing, Lucas, she’s making it up — ”

One of the accountants opened a black folder and read, in the mild, terrible voice of a man reading a grocery list, the specific line items.

“Eighty-three thousand dollars in company funds used for personal vacation travel,” he read.

“One hundred and forty-six thousand toward personal vehicles.

And two hundred and twelve thousand dollars routed through a private consulting entity registered in the name of Savannah Palmer.”

Lucas took two full steps backward, away from my sister, shaking his head slowly.