On My 16th Birthday, My Father Gave Me $10 and Told Me to Leave. Then I Handed Him an Envelope He Wasn’t Ready to Open.

settle Reed’s estate and set up the trust you’ve been looting. She’s been waiting fifteen years for someone to ask where my money went, and she’s very interested in helping me get it back.”

“Your lawyer?” Lester’s laugh was harsh and desperate. “You’re sixteen years old. You don’t have a lawyer.”

“Actually, I do,” I said calmly. “And by Monday, you’ll continue reading …