Afterward, in the parking lot, a cousin Sarah barely knew touched her arm and said, “I’m sorry you’re going through this.” Sarah said thank you and got in the car before her expression could betray anything. Going through this. As though it were weather. As though it were something happening to Sarah rather than something being done to her.
The subpoena Sherry had filed weeks earlier came back. Sherry called and asked Sarah to come in. The estate bank records were considerably more detailed than the spreadsheet Diane had shared. Sherry walked her through them slowly, page by page, until Sarah stopped her. “What is that?”