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

My accounts are completely overdrawn.”

“You went to a luxury spa on the tenth of October,” I said.

She stopped touching her rings and let her hands drop to her sides.

“You went to the spa the exact day Helen told me money was tight,” I said.

“You left the receipt buried at the bottom of the grocery basket you brought to the farm.”

Ranata stood very still in the narrow hallway.

“Where am I supposed to live now?” she asked.