“We can’t do that while you’re holding our finances hostage.”

I didn’t answer my son.

I pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down.

I reached into my inside pocket and took out the blue legal folder.

I set it flat on the polished wood.

I rested my hands on top of the blue cardboard.

Samantha looked up from her bright phone screen.

“Are those the property deeds?” she asked.