I touched my collarbone.

“She really does want you to be involved,” Ethan said.

He looked up at me, hoping I’d agree.

He wanted so badly to believe his new life was going to be perfect.

I didn’t correct him.

I said nothing about her bankrupt parents or the forged vendor papers.

I didn’t tell him about the shell company sitting there ready to drain our family’s money.

I only looked at my son.