The attempted bank transactions had been stopped.

There would be more paperwork and possibly legal proceedings, but the children weren’t responsible for managing any of it.

I also admitted something I should have said earlier.

“I trusted Oliver,” I told them one evening.

We were sitting at the kitchen table.

The floral tablecloth lay between us.

“I thought he wanted to help us build a family.

I was wrong about some important things.”

Megan looked down.

“Are you embarrassed?”