Daddy didn’t waste time with small talk. “Where is the rent from my land?” he asked. Sherry claimed the money had gone toward farm expenses, taxes, and other costs. Daddy calmly requested receipts. She began changing the subject, insisting he didn’t understand how complicated everything had become. Then she turned toward me. “You should have spoken to me before taking him out there.” Daddy interrupted her. “I wanted to hear the truth from Bobby, and I did.”

For the first time, Sherry had no immediate answer. Daddy told her an independent accountant would review every payment and withdrawal. He wanted proof of where his money had gone, not another explanation. Sherry insisted he was making a mistake by questioning her, but Daddy remained firm. “If everything is proper, the records will prove it.” Watching him speak with such determination reminded me of the man who once managed every acre of that farm himself. His body had weakened, but nobody had taken away his right to know what happened to his property.