I had spent enough of my life explaining things to Evan until he found a version he could dismiss.

Noah had called because he was frightened and knew his mother would help.

That was all a five-year-old should have had to know.

I did not want his small act of trust laid beside bank documents as though he had been assigned to gather evidence against his grandfather.

I turned to Walter.

“What happens next with these?”

I touched the edge of the copied authorization.

He explained what he could help organize and what needed to go to independent legal counsel.