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

“What happens if I say no?” I asked.

The bank manager paused.

“Then Arthur’s protective instructions become active in full.”

My daughter pushed herself upright.

“Mom.”

I raised one finger.

She fell silent.

The bank manager continued.

“The transfer of one hundred thousand dollars occurred at 9:14 this morning. The funds moved from the estate-linked account into an account belonging to your son-in-law.”

My daughter’s eyes darted toward her husband.