“He didn’t question it.

He was too scared she was dying.

He wired a chunk of his savings into an account I gave him.

It cleared ten minutes ago.” My mother made a small sound that might have been a laugh.

“Your father never could handle pressure,” she said, of the man she’d been married to for thirty-five years.

“It was the easiest part.” I shut my eyes.

A tear slid down, hot and furious.