Before leaving, I handed Trevor another envelope. Inside were documents establishing education trusts for his two children, Owen and Lily. Their future was protected, and neither parent could withdraw the money for personal expenses. Amanda looked confused. “You’re still helping the children?” she asked. I smiled.
“They never laughed at me or treated me like an ATM.” Trevor lowered his head. For the first time, he admitted that he had allowed Amanda’s behavior because disagreeing with her was easier than defending his mother. I listened without interrupting. His apology was overdue, but it was the first honest thing he’d said that evening.
