My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge

We need to petition the judge to release the trust directly to you.”

Arthur cleared his throat loudly and put his glasses back on.

“But there’s a risk,” he said.

“He’ll know you found the court records.”

“He’ll retaliate,” I said.

“He’ll try to hurt you any way he can,” Arthur said.

“Let him try,” I said.

I picked up the muddy blue passbook and slid it into my purse.