“For everything.”

Wendy hesitated.

On the recording, I could see her trying to be polite, trying not to give offense, a new mother two days out of the hospital being asked to hand over her family’s finances.

“Luca trusted me with it,” she said, gently.

My mother smiled — a cold, flat smile that I had seen on her face my entire life and had somehow never let myself recognize for what it was.

“Exactly,” she said.