The message was sent from Madison to our mother three days before the $80,000 transfer.
It read:
**Use Natalie’s reserve. She never checks anything. Once the title is ours, she won’t be able to undo it.**
My mother covered her mouth.
Madison refused to look at the page.
“That could be fake.”
Elena calmly placed another record beside it.
“The email was recovered from records produced by your own business email provider.”
Madison crossed her arms.
“Then I was joking.”
Elena turned another page.
“You also sent detailed wiring instructions.”
Madison looked toward our mother.
“Mom told me Natalie had already agreed!”
Jake stared at her.
“Then why did you write that she would never check?”
Madison didn’t answer.
“If Natalie gave permission,” he continued, “why would it matter whether she examined the account?”
My sister suddenly turned on him.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy living here!”
