Behind the glass storm door, Serena appeared in the entryway.

She twirled her heavy diamond charm bracelet around her wrist while staring at me through the glass.

“You’re destroying your own family over numbers on a bank statement,” Serena shouted through the screen, her voice high and breathy.

“The matter is in the hands of the bank’s fraud division now,” I said.

Julian took a step toward me on the concrete porch.

“Elena, think about what people in town will say when they see my name in the newspaper.”