Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
“He made his choice perfectly clear at the end.
You broke his heart when you took that company money.”
Her fingers went back to the silver necklace, rubbing the chain back and forth.
The metal flashed under the porch light.
“I never took a dime from his company,” I said.
“The court disagreed with you,” Brenda said.
“And so did your father.
He knew you were guilty the day the auditors found the missing funds.”