Who held power of attorney for her in the spring?”

The question stayed exactly where she had set it.

I had no answer to give her.

That afternoon she came to Birwood Lane with a banker’s box and a roll of masking tape, and she taped four spreadsheets end to end across the dining table.

The lemon oil in the wood seeped up under the paper.

“Start on the left,” Clare said.

“Every dollar that left the trust account between March and August.”