Dad’s money is already in my husband’s account, Mom.***You’re seventy-one. What do you even need a f0rtune f0r?

My daughter stopped moving.

Her fingers were still resting on the folder.

My son-in-law’s face changed.

Only slightly.

But I saw it.

For the first time since they had walked into my house, neither of them looked like people dividing up an inheritance.

They looked like people wondering whether they had made a mistake.

I held the phone against my ear.