During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.

too loudly. “That’s business. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I understand wire fraud.”

The ballroom went completely still.

Patricia’s eyes sharpened instantly. “Careful.”

“Oh, I have been.”

I reached into my handbag and removed a neatly organized folder. Cream paper. Blue tabs. A judge would have admired the organization.

“Emily granted me temporary financial continue reading …