“Dad spent those funds on specialists and private home care,” Serena said, her voice rising in a breathy, dramatic exclamation.

“Everyone in this family knows how expensive his daily care was during those final months.”

“There were nineteen separate electronic withdrawals between March and July,” Melissa said, turning a page of the printed transaction log in her binder.

“Every single one of those nineteen transfers was formally disputed by Victor Moreno in writing before he died.”

Uncle Raymond stepped forward from the corner near the tall window, rubbing his thumb over the rough knuckles of his left hand.

“Nineteen withdrawals?” Raymond asked, looking from Melissa to Julian.