“The trucking company is being moved into a legal trust.”

“A trust for who?” she asked.

“The boys’,” I said.

“Neither Tiffany nor I will ever touch a penny of it.”

She looked down at the annulled papers, and a tear dropped onto the dry parchment.

I took the paper back from her fingers, folded it twice, and slid it into my coat pocket.

She didn’t ask me where I was going, and I didn’t say.

By eight the next morning Dale was waiting on the wide concrete steps of the county courthouse.