“I’ll be there in an hour,” I said.

“Please don’t start a fight with your father,” Helen said.

“We’re just trying to understand where all the money went.”

She hung up before I could answer.

I set the phone down next to the folder.

Helen was struggling with cash flow because she thought she had been funding my farm for more than a decade.

The truth was completely different.

Ranata had drained their savings dry, month after month, claiming she was passing the money straight to me.