“You and Mother put a fifty-thousand-dollar lien on this house.”

Linda stood up.

Her voice rose into a sharp, high pitch passed off as light humor.

“We did what we had to do to lock in Daniel’s logistics contract,” she said.

“It’s only business.”

“You gambled the house my father paid off,” I said.

“If you won’t give me your tax numbers, I’ll have the lawyer take you off the family trust altogether,” Linda said.

“You can’t rewrite a trust without cause,” I said.