I sealed the two thick yellow legal envelopes neatly on my kitchen table.

At nine twenty Friday morning, I stood on the sidewalk outside First National Bank on High Street, holding my leather purse against my coat.

Arthur Bennett, my lawyer, straightened his navy tie and checked his silver watch.

“Seth got here ten minutes ago,” Arthur said.

“He told the front desk clerk he was here to pick up a final venue settlement check.”

Paige walked with us into the carpeted bank lobby, her coat folded neatly over her arm.