The Table They Sent Us To
You cannot be intimidated by people once you’ve seen exactly what they are, in writing, with the lights on.
Alton picked up the envelope with both shaking hands.
“Where did you get this?” “From your wife’s shared drive.
From your son’s transactions.
From an accountant who wouldn’t sign his name to fraud.” Mildred was shrieking now about my having no right to dig into their affairs; I told her she’d had no right to humiliate my children, and I was done trading.
Lindsay collapsed into a chair, sobbing that she’d only wanted to protect her father from stress.