“She fired me, Zach,” Maria said. “Said I was stealing silver. I never took a thing in thirty years. Your father just stood there. He looked so tired.”
I stormed inside and found my father in his study, staring out the window. He looked older than his years.
“Dad, you can’t let her do this. It’s Maria.”
“It’s for the best, son,” he said, his voice continue reading …