Diane set her briefcase on the patio table and opened a thick binder. “Eleanor asked me to be here,” she said calmly. Brittany laughed too loudly. “This is ridiculous, it is a birthday weekend.” I slid a single page across the table. It was a ledger, eight months of dates and amounts, every dollar I had given them, and beside each line, what it had actually been spent on. Kevin picked it up, and the color left his face.

Joyce leaned over his shoulder and read aloud. “A boat deposit. A spa membership. Two weeks in Aruba.” Gordon set down his coffee. Brittany snatched at the page, but Diane gently moved it out of reach. “There is one more document,” Diane said. “It concerns the house you live in.” Kevin whispered, “Mom, what house?” and I realized he truly did not know whose name was on the deed.