Her office was quiet, the shelves packed with carefully labeled files.

She spoke to us as two adults with separate rights, not as a rich husband and his frightened wife.

“First,” she told me, “you have to understand the limits of what money can fix here.”

“I do.”

“Then tell me what you intend to do.”

I answered slowly.

“Correct the bank access problems.

Make sure Evelyn and Chloe stop interfering.