“Why didn’t you call my house?” I asked.

“Or come by the construction trailer?”

“He cut off my phone that same afternoon,” she said, pausing between sentences.

“He drained the joint savings account down to forty-eight dollars.

He told me if I set foot on company property or got in touch with you, he’d make sure I did five years in the Dallas County jail.”

“Jail?

For what?” I asked.

“For the missing payroll money,” she said.