It is the work of one villain and a small, quiet crowd of people declining to make it their business.
Chapter 9 — Cutting the Pills in Half
That afternoon, at the kitchen table, Ezra told his parents the truth, gently, and watched it land.
His mother kept picking the forged letters up and setting them down, as if a different answer might be printed on them the next time she looked.
“So you were never bankrupt,” she said.
“Not any of these years.”