He set the pot on the trivet and pulled the towel away.

“We brought dinner because family shouldn’t let lawyers make money off our shared loss,” he said.

“I already ate.”

“Then eat again.” Charles smiled.

“You’re eating for two.”

Courtney set a bakery box on the counter and looked around the kitchen.

“This room has such good light,” she said.

“You could get real money for it if you staged it right.”