“I never signed a waiver,” I said.

“Then he can’t move foundation holdings into a private company without notifying the board,” Chloe said.

“Unless someone filed a forged spousal release with the county registrar.”

The bank notary waved Chloe over to the counter by the main glass doors.

Eleanor set two porcelain bowls of butternut squash soup on the formal dining table at exactly six o’clock.

She adjusted her double strand of pearls with her thumb and forefinger before sitting down at the head of the polished mahogany table.

“Julian tells me you spent two hours in town this afternoon,” Eleanor said, spooning cream into her bowl.