“You repossessed my truck yesterday for a debt I never owed,” I said.

Arthur slowly looked up from the paper.

He looked at me, and then he turned his head to look at his older daughter.

Ranata twisted her rings so hard they scraped her skin.

“Dad,” Ranata said.

“I can explain the withdrawals.”

“Two hundred and fourteen thousand dollars,” Arthur said.

He kept his hands flat on the table on either side of the closing statement.