Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

It’ll cover a fraction of the latest withdrawal you took.”

“You can’t take my truck,” I said.

“I live ten miles outside the city limits.”

“You should have thought about that before you treated your family like an ATM,” Arthur said.

“Keys.”

I looked at his angry face.

He believed he was protecting his wife.

He held his hand perfectly steady.