Ranata had taken the money, and she had used my name to do it.

“Dad, I never took a single dime from your retirement,” I said.

“You have to check the routing numbers.”

“Ranata said you’d deny it.

She said you’ve lost your grip on reality.”

“You need to look at those transfers again,” I said.

“Look at exactly which bank received them.”

“I’m looking at my daughter acting like a spoiled teenager,” Arthur said.