“Be at Chancery Court, room 3B, at eight forty-five on Thursday morning.”

By three o’clock that afternoon, the kitchen table was completely covered with bank ledgers, tax forms, and utility bills.

Lynn stood by the stove filling a fresh kettle, while Sophie sat at the kitchen island with her laptop open beside the ceramic salt shaker.

“The corporate bank statements show Arthur withdrew sixty thousand dollars from the equity reserve on July fourteenth,” Sophie said, pointing at the lit screen with the hand that wore her silver class ring.

“That was the second day Dad was checked into the Knoxville neurology unit.”