My jaw tightened.
There it was.
Even after arrest.
Even after lawyers.
He still believed my property was future Trevor-property.
Martin told me you had changed the trust to punish me.
Kristen said if we didn’t move first, you’d leave everything to charity.
I had not.
But now the idea sounded better.
I know I went too far at dinner.
Too far.
Thirty times.
My lip split again in memory.
I folded the letter and called his attorney.
“I will meet him.”
Daniel stared at me.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
That was exactly why I went.
The meeting happened in a controlled conference room.
Trevor entered wearing a plain shirt.
No expensive watch.
No confidence.
For the first time since childhood, he looked like someone who did not know whether his mother would save him.
He sat.
“Mom.”
“Do not call what happened ‘going too far.’”
He lowered his eyes.
