“You married me because you thought my parents were rich?”

Samantha ignored my son completely.

She pointed a shaking finger at her father sitting beside her.

“Are these commercial debts real, Dad?” she demanded.

Samantha flipped back to the first page of the ledgers.

She ran her manicured nail down the column of negative numbers.

“You told me the lumber yard was expanding,” Samantha said.

“You said the bank just needed a temporary co-signer for the new equipment.”