“A family matter doesn’t involve a deputy sitting at the entrance of a private road,” Sarah said.

I reached behind me and picked up the thick manila folder I had left on the desk near the pantry.

I slid it across the granite countertop.

It stopped right in front of Sarah.

“What is this?” Sarah asked, looking down at it but not touching it.

“That is the breakdown,” I said.

“The breakdown of what?” Juliette asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Everything,” I said. “Every expense from the last three years.”

“The landscaping repairs from when you backed your SUV into the stone wall.”

“The caterer bills from the anniversary party you insisted on hosting here but forgot your checkbook for.”

“The plumbing repairs from when the girls clogged the guest house pipes.”

“And the direct invoice for the damages to Marcus’s vehicle that you claimed didn’t happen on this property.”

Sarah hesitantly reached out and opened the folder.

Her eyes scanned the first page, her mouth tightening.

“This is…” She swallowed hard, turning the page. “This is over twenty thousand dollars, Mom.”