My stomach hit the floor. “You’re lying.”

“Wire transfer’s already moving,” he said.

I turned back to my mom. “You let him do this?”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “He never said it would be permanent.”

“You gave him the keys,” I said, my voice thick with a betrayal so profound it was a physical taste in my mouth. “You gave him the keys to everything Dad built.”

“Look,” Hank said, clapping his hands together as if to close a meeting. “It’s done. You’ll get a nice payout. You should be thanking me.”