“Six hundred dollars,” I said.

“Three hundred for the two years of notarized bank ledgers, and three hundred for the certified fraud affidavits.”

Evan paused with the wooden stamp hovering over the table.

“That was our whole emergency fund for fixing the hallway roof.”

“The roof isn’t going to take Lucy away from us,” I said.

Evan brought the stamp down on the next sheet with a firm thud.

“What about the school district?”