“Are you making that face because of Dad?”

“Did your dad ever mention an account at Oakwood Community Bank?” I asked.

“He talks on his speakerphone when he drives us to get ice cream,” Lily said, stepping closer to the table and kicking the wooden chair leg with her sneaker.

“He said he had to move the green stuff before the lawyer looked at the papers.”

My fingers pulled nervously at the bottom hem of my shirt.

“When did he say that?” I asked, the words rushing out before I could stop them.