Fiona wanted pancakes.
My attorney wanted bank statements.
Fiona wanted to know whether squirrels slept in trees.
I needed to document which household expenses I had paid, when my account access disappeared, and what personal belongings remained inside the townhouse.
I spoke to Natalie every day.
I spoke to Miriam twice a day.
I spoke to Luca less than I expected.
He was not hovering.
Sometimes he joined us for dinner.
Sometimes he disappeared intothe main house for two days because he was working.
When he did come over, he never asked for details about the case unless I brought them up.
That mattered.
David had made me feel as though privacy was something I had to earn.
Luca treated it as something that belonged to me automatically.
After ten days, Miriam told me we needed to return to Chicago for a hearing.
My stomach dropped.
“I don’t want Fiona walking through an airport with reporters.”
