Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

“Martha would have wanted me taken care of,” he said.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the blue ledger, placing it flat on the table between us. The faded fabric cover was dusty, the corners worn down to the gray cardboard beneath.

“This ledger has every dollar she spent from the day she married you,” I said. “Every gallon of milk, every property continue reading …