“Trevor is falling apart,” she said.

“He told me you’re living in the home of his chief executive.

He’s terrified this audit is going to destroy the career he worked so hard for.

Denise — after everything this family did to take care of you all those years.”

I looked at her for a long moment.

“For years,” I said, “I cooked your meals and drove you to your clinics and kept your household running and put my whole life on hold, and every bit of it was treated as the least anyone should expect of me.

And now you’ve rewritten it into charity you did for me.