“It’s Loretta.”

“I know.”

“I should have called sooner.”

I waited.

She told me that after her illness, Trevor had begun managing her medical appointments and finances.

She had depended on him, and she had been frightened of challenging anything he said.

“I believed he would sort out the business mess,” she said.

“And when they said you were guilty, I couldn’t make it fit with the woman who sat beside my hospital bed.