“Ranata showed us the books,” Arthur said.

“She’s been keeping track of every dime she sent you over the last five years.”

I looked at my sister.

Ranata adjusted her wedding rings and gave a small, sad smile.

“We just want to get all the facts out in the open,” Ranata said.

“We know you’re struggling to keep the farm alive, Fay.”

I walked over to the table and looked down at the open pages of the ledger.

The spine was barely creased.