“These are account statements,” Sophie said, leaning over my shoulder.

“Look at the heading on line one.”

The document was dated August fourteen, six years earlier.

Its transaction column showed a receipt for a forty-thousand-dollar trust fund deposit recorded on a Tuesday morning.

Just under that entry was a second line stamped in faint red ink, showing forty thousand dollars moved out of the trust fund into an account called Blackwood Timber.

“That forty thousand was meant to be the boys’ college fund,” I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper.