Vance,” Ethan added, pushing the counselor’s letter closer to my water glass.

“I’ve gone to two individual sessions on Tuesday evenings after my shift.”

I picked up the pay stub and checked the net deposit that had cleared into his separate personal checking account.

“Eight hundred forty dollars net.”

“There are no joint signers on that account,” Ethan said.

“My mother has no access to that money, no view of my records, and no control over my paycheck.”

“What did you talk about with Dr.