Jude this morning,” Charles said smoothly.

“We’re setting up a fully funded private trust for Toby that covers private school all the way through high school and four years at any university he chooses.”

He tapped a leather folder beside his blotter, his tone dripping with fatherly affection.

“Family takes care of its own,” he added, looking straight into my eyes.

“A boy needs resources, Valerie, especially when his mother is living on a modest county clerk’s salary.”

“What are the terms of this trust, Charles?” I asked.