Sarah finally turned around from the window.

Her face was flushed, her eyes darting between her mother and her brother.

“Dan, just drop it,” Sarah said.

“Today is a holiday. We shouldn’t be doing this now.”

“Did you know about this, Sarah?” Dan asked, holding the phone up toward her.

Sarah did not answer; she just looked down at her leather sandals.

“You did,” Dan said, a bitter laugh escaping his throat.

“You both knew.”

He looked back at the screen, reading the numbers aloud.

“October twelfth, forty-two thousand dollars transferred to an offshore holding company.”

“January fifth, another thirty thousand.”

The kitchen clock ticked loudly on the wall above the pantry.

Outside, a crow called out from the dry grass of the pasture.

“I had to protect our future, Danny,” Juliette said, stepping closer to him.

She clasped her hands together near her chest, trying to look fragile.

“Your father didn’t understand finance. He would have let the state take everything.”

“So you lied to me,” Dan said.

“You let me work eighty hours a week so we could send you money we didn’t have.”