Seven Yellow Folders Exposed What My Parents Had Done to Ethan

I turned the heavy pages until I came to the entries dated six months back.

Grandfather had drawn a thick double line under a recorded balance of six hundred thousand dollars.

Beneath that line, in red ink, were three particular bank account numbers matched with personal transaction dates.

Next to those dates, Grandfather had written names: private debt consolidation firms, high-end car dealerships, and corporate loan accounts.

“Who brought those yellow folders over to the house yesterday?” I asked.

“A lawyer called Bradley Collins,” Ethan said.