“You stole millions from this company,” I said, when she ran out of breath.

My voice did not shake; that surprised me.

“You framed Lucy for your own theft and let me destroy her life for it.

You abandoned our father on the floor of a public emergency room during a stroke.

And you billed me thirty-five hundred dollars a month for a luxury home he lived in for two days.”

“You can’t prove any of that!” she shrieked.

I opened the binder and laid my father’s black notebook flat on the glass tabletop, turned so she could see it.