“That’s what it says.”
“And none of us knew. Not even you.”
“Not even me.”
Thomas set down the register. He was quiet for a moment. Then he turned to Daniel.
“And you knew about this safe. For twelve years.”
“I didn’t know what it was,” Daniel said. “I thought—”
“You thought Dad was cheating, so you just kept it to yourself? You didn’t think to tell your brother? Or your sister? You didn’t think Mom had a right to know what was in her own basement?”
“Thomas,” I said.
“No, Mom. I have power of attorney over your finances. I’ve been sitting at your kitchen table every month for three years trying to make your pension stretch. Telling you that you have to sell the house. And there was a safe full of Dad’s bank records in the basement the whole time?”
“It was Dad’s account. Not Mom’s. It was closed.”
