“I did.” Claire’s voice started fast.

“I was looking for the tax folder.

He keeps the tax folder in the left drawer and I was going to pull the receipts for the fall filing, and there was another folder under it, and I opened it.”

“And what was in that folder?”

“A spousal guarantee.

Forty thousand dollars.

Against my father’s farm.” She stopped and pressed her thumb into the heel of her other hand.

“I did not sign it.