do that?”
I already knew there had to be more to the story.
The answer came that same afternoon.
Jason walked into my house carrying another folder.
I was waiting for him in the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey. Where’s Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
Then he noticed Denise’s business card sitting on the table.
His smile disappeared.
I pointed toward a chair.
“Sit down.”
He didn’t move.
“What happened?”
“Sit.”
Jason slowly lowered himself into the chair.
I placed copies of the paperwork directly in front of him.
“Explain these.”
His face immediately went pale.
“It’s not what you think.”
“What do I think?”
“I was helping Mom.”
“By getting access to her accounts?”
He rubbed his jaw.
“Come on.”
I stared at him.
“Why, Jason?”
He didn’t answer.
“How much did you need?”
His eyes finally lifted toward mine.
Silence.
“Twenty.”
“Jason.”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty what?”
“Thousand.”
My hands
