Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police
“And he took that cash straight out of the joint cabin maintenance account.”
I set my tea down and pulled my leather work briefcase onto my lap.
I took out my black engineering logbook, where I recorded every check and bank transfer with exact timestamps.
“I transferred fourteen thousand dollars into that cabin account over four years,” I said.
“Look at the ledger dates,” Monica said softly.
I compared the dates in my logbook with the county transfer receipts on the screen.
On July twelfth, I sent two thousand dollars for winter repairs to the cabin roof.