I gave the same answer.

Then I entered the house and closed the door.

Margaret was at the kitchen table.

She had heard enough through the front room to know why my hands were cold.

“She’ll leave,” I said.

Margaret waited with me.

After a while, headlights moved across the ceiling and faded as Mom drove away.

Arthur and Beatrice were left to address the bankruptcy and creditor proceedings with their own advisers.