“That second envelope Greg brought to his first lawyer in September held a full deed of trust and a lifetime life rights policy,” Marcus murmured.

“He had it drawn up so that even if he passed away during bankruptcy proceedings, no corporate creditor could ever touch your home.”

I held the blue folder against my coat without answering.

We walked out into the main courthouse hallway, where church members gathered near the marble drinking fountain to offer quiet hugs.

Patty pressed a small tin of blueberry muffins into my coat pocket.

“We’re bringing a casserole by on Friday,” Patty whispered.