Sophie stepped up behind my shoulder.

“We found an old paper folder in the metal cabinet, Uncle Dean.”

“Let me handle it,” Dean said, his voice slipping into the smooth, gentle tone he used at family dinners.

“You don’t need to spend your nights digging through six-year-old garbage.

It just stirs up bad memories.”

“I know how to read a ledger, Dean,” I said.

“I know you do,” Dean said, nodding slowly.

“But Daniel was under a terrible amount of stress.