I didn’t expect to see Olivia again.

But one Saturday afternoon, while the children were with Grant, she appeared at the end of the driveway.

She stayed beside her car rather than approaching the house, and when I stepped outside she asked whether we could speak for a minute.

She looked tired.

“Grant told me we would be living here by Thanksgiving.

He said your aunt’s trust was a technicality.

Then he asked me to lend him money for legal fees.”