“Mom,” I said.

“I need you to come to my house tomorrow morning.

Alone, without Gavin, while he is at work.

Can you do that?” There was a pause, and then a small “yes.” “And I need you to bring something,” I went on.

“Every bank document, every financial paper, every statement and form and letter you can put your hands on.

Anything with a dollar figure or a signature.

Don’t let him see you gathering it.