“The magistrate has already signed the arrest warrants, Mother,” I said.

“They’re talking about criminal bank fraud,” she said, her manicured nails digging into the sleeve of my uniform.

“Your father only moved that money to keep the commercial properties on Elm Avenue from being foreclosed.”

“He put a second mortgage on Pine Street and used Ethan’s trust as the collateral,” I said.

“He was trying to save our estate,” she insisted.

“He signed Ethan’s name on fourteen separate bank cards because the bank wanted immediate authorization before the quarterly review.”