I laid the blue carbon receipt right on top of the glossy pages of her booklet.

She glanced down at the bank slip, then smoothed the lapels of her cream blazer with both hands.

“Where did you dig up that old piece of paper?” she asked.

“Why did you tell me the family was broke in May of 2020?” I asked.

“We were under serious financial strain,” Eleanor said, her tone perfectly even.

“Your father was getting ready to retire, and Derek’s business expenses were piling up.”

“You stole forty thousand dollars from my college fund, and then you used the refund from my graduation tickets to pay off Derek’s credit card debt.”