Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

and I sat down, Donald did not look up from his phone, his face set in a hard, polished mask.

“The bank manager called my office, Clara,” Donald said, his voice fast and sharp, cutting through the low hum of the refrigerator. “He said you were asking questions about Martha’s transactions.”

“We are trying to understand the estate, Donald,” I said.

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