“If Dean gives up the Main Street property, he’ll be left with next to nothing.”

“He took ninety-four thousand dollars from my husband’s estate,” I said quietly.

“I understand that,” the lawyer said, holding his yellow legal pad against his chest.

“But the prosecutor also plans to garnish Dean’s state pension to cover back court fees and interest.”

Sophie moved closer to my shoulder.

“He forced my mother out of her own house for three weeks.”

“If you go after his pension, Dean won’t have a dime of retirement income when he turns sixty,” the lawyer said, looking at me.