“That’s good work, Bennett,” David said in his quiet voice.

He looked over at the counter, where I was lifting a glass dish out of the oven.

“Evelyn called my cell while you were over at Lauren’s building.”

“What did she have to say?” I asked, setting the dish down on a thick cloth mat.

“The cloud on the title is completely gone from the county system,” David said.

“Our parenting schedule stays exactly the way it was written.

I’ll pick Bennett up Friday afternoon after soccer practice.”