The money moved through their accounts and paid for Sydney’s education, travel, and vehicle, and part of the down payment on Dad’s first major development.

I stared at the records. A copy of the sports-car invoice sat directly behind a trust withdrawal signed in my name. The dates were four days apart.

“They stole it,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“We were still verifying signatures and getting records from the former trustee. The final certification arrived yesterday.”