Mark adjusted his gold wristwatch and leaned back against the sofa cushions.

“I know forty thousand dollars sounds like a fortune,” Mark said.

“But between the roof, the private school, and the daily expenses of a single parent, the money is gone before February.”

“You’re managing a lot,” I said.

“I’m just trying to be a good father,” Mark said.

“I want to be completely transparent with you and Eleanor.”

I set the roofing invoice back on the table.

“Where do you keep all the original estate files?” I asked.