doesn’t mean what he did was right.”
“No.”
“But now I understand why.”
“That’s not the same as forgiving him.”
“I know.”
I wiped my eyes.
“What about the money?”
“Some of Ethan’s trust came from Daniel’s estate. Jack arranged the rest while also protecting the life-insurance benefits meant for you and the girls.”
I laughed through the tears.
“Of course he made spreadsheets.”
Mara smiled.
“So many spreadsheets.”
“He knew I’d investigate all of this.”
“Absolutely.”
“And he knew I’d be furious.”
“Terrified, actually.”
For the first time since Jack’s funeral, I laughed.
A real laugh.
I still wasn’t ready to call Ethan family.
I wasn’t ready to promise him a home.
I wasn’t even sure what I was capable of giving.
But for the first time, I was willing to ask.
I contacted Ethan’s caseworker.
Met with Denise again.
Spoke to an attorney.
The attorney asked me bluntly,
“