dollars,” I said. “That’s the total. I have a ledger.”
I slid the folder across the table. She stared at it like it might bite. Then I placed a tiny flash drive on a napkin. “This has Lena’s audio montages. You should hear what your daughter created.”
Mom’s face drained. “You think this is revenge?”
“This isn’t revenge. This is closure.” I leaned forward.continue reading …