My husband believed the house, the trust, and the money belonged to him

“Stay calm. Let him come home.”

— My attorney’s reply, before sunrise

I picked up the concealer.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “By lunch, everything will be covered.”

At 11:02, Daniel called from his office.

“Is the dining room ready?”

“Yes.”

“Did you chill the white wine? Mother likes it cold.”

“Yes.”

“And your face?”