“No, that was Claire wrapping up the legal paperwork,” I said.

Hannah set her heavy book down on the edge of the counter.

“He sent me a text last night,” she said.

“What did he say to you?”

“He said he had to sell the big silver truck.

He bought a used sedan to get to his job sites.”

I pictured his big silver truck, the one he always parked by the oak tree when he was lying about an estimate.

That glove box was completely empty now.