Repairs Grandma had paid for after family visits.
Medical appointments canceled because relatives demanded hosting.
Withdrawals from her account after Aunt Patricia “helped” with groceries.
Notes in Grandma’s handwriting beside each name.
Mom whispered, “Where did you get that?”
I looked at her.
“From the woman you remembered every summer and forgot every Christmas.”
Aunt Patricia reached for the ledger.
Sheriff Callahan stepped between us.
“That document is part of an estate review,” he said. “Do not touch it.”
For once, my family became quiet without pretending it was politeness.
