“I never saw one dollar of that money,” I said.

“The court goes by the land title, Amy, and yours is the only name on that deed,” Patricia said.

“If one of those men falls off a ladder, Amy, it’s you they sue, not Brad.”

My hands clenched around the arms of the chair.

“Could Brad claim he owns part of the farm because he built those stands while we were married?” I asked.

Patricia reached for a yellow legal pad and wrote two lines in black ink.