“I know.”
“And the money?”
“Part of Ethan’s trust came from Daniel’s estate. Jack protected your benefits too.”
I laughed through my tears. “Of course he made spreadsheets.”
“So many spreadsheets.”
That doesn’t make what he did right.
“He knew I’d investigate.”
“Absolutely.”
“And that I’d be furious.”
“Terrified, actually.”
For the first time since the funeral, I laughed.
I still wasn’t ready to become Ethan’s family. But for the first time, I was ready to ask whether I could.
He made spreadsheets.
***
I called his caseworker, met with Denise, and spoke to an attorney.
“Can you actually afford another child?”
“Not right now.”
“Good.”
“That’s a strange response.”
I was ready to ask whether I could.
“It means you’re thinking before you promise.”
“I’m starting to understand that.”
One evening, I sat beside Jack’s grave and placed the photograph of the two brothers against the stone.