“Then show me the receipts for Ethan’s tutoring,” I said.

Evelyn turned to the garden gate and rested her gloved hand on the iron latch.

“I don’t owe you any accounting of our household spending, Madison,” she said.

“You chose your deployment orders and your uniform nine years ago.

Don’t come back here now and lecture me about family duty.”

“Where’s the rest of the two hundred thousand dollars, Mother?”

Evelyn didn’t reply.