“Even the margins are flawless,” I said.

“You didn’t spill a single drop of coffee on this in sixty months of keeping my farm afloat.”

“I rewrote it yesterday so it would be neat for Dad,” Ranata said.

She adjusted her rings again, twisting the diamond back to the center of her finger.

“Are you really going to deny taking the money?” Ranata asked.

“After everything we did for you?”

I set the leather ledger back down on the table.