“You wanted me to resign.”
I looked at both of them.
“You wanted me dependent.”
“You wanted me too embarrassed to ask questions.”
“You wanted me so busy serving everyone that I would never look at the numbers.”
Margaret shook her head.
“No.”
“Yes.”
I pointed toward my shaved head.
“You thought humiliating me would make me smaller.”
I touched my scalp.
“But all you did was wake me up.”
Nobody spoke.
I opened my phone.
I had already saved every document.
Every statement.
Every transfer.
Every suspicious transaction.
The loan.
The property agreement.
