Then Rick’s voice. “And the trust?”
“Three hundred and ten thousand,” Tara said. “Amy’s life insurance. Wade’s the trustee, but once she’s in that program in Utah, I tell him it costs ten grand a month. He’ll make me co-trustee so I can pay the bills. He trusts me with everything.”
Rick laughed. “And the forty bucks?”
“You took it. I know you took it. Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s going to believe a teenage girl over me.”
Amy’s mother put down her fork.
Amy’s father stood up.
My sister Joanne kept recording.
Nobody at the table said a word. We just listened.
“Wade’s gone three weeks a month,” Tara said. “By the time he figures anything out, she’ll be eighteen and the money will be gone. Just keep the heater unplugged. Cold makes kids quiet.”
I turned the monitor off.
