Melissa Grant opened her briefcase on the corner of Dad’s desk without looking up or greeting anyone in the room.

“On February fourteenth, Victor Moreno held six hundred eighty-three thousand four hundred twenty dollars in his primary market account at First National Bank,” Melissa said.

Her voice was fast, precise, and completely without emotional inflection.

“By the time he entered hospice care in mid-August, the remaining balance in that account was thirty-one thousand eight hundred seven dollars,” she said.

Serena stepped out from the doorway, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.

She twirled her heavy diamond charm bracelet around her wrist while she looked across at the relatives.