Lauren replied that my health, my property, and my daughter were not inconveniences to be managed for their comfort.

A minute later she entered the nursery and shut the door.

She opened the blue folder.

Inside were a certified deed, the trust distribution statement from my late grandmother’s estate, correspondence with a bank, and documents I had spent months pretending not to worry about.

“Do you want to tell him what this proves?” she asked.

“I want him to explain the paperwork Bianca saw first.”

Lauren nodded.