“It’s a good house,” I said.

“One story.

No stairs to haul strollers up.”

Megan looked down at her hands.

Her deep exhaustion still showed in the pale lines under her eyes, but her shoulders had dropped, no longer braced against a threat.

“Why’d you give Dale the trucking company?” she asked.

“I didn’t give it to Dale,” I said.

“I gave it to the boys.