He saw Trevor’s arrogance before I was willing to name it.

He saw the way our son spoke over waiters, dismissed people who couldn’t help his ambition, and measured love in square footage and account balances.

I kept telling him, “He’ll grow out of it.” He would only look at me sadly and say, “Gloria, some people don’t grow out of cruelty.

They grow into it.”

The amendment was attached to a trust document I remembered signing years ago, before his illness became too much.

At the time, I thought it was routine estate planning.