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I took my arm away from Emma and typed a short message about Sarah being home and Chelsea being in bed.

“What time does she get home?” Emma asked.

“I don’t know. Midnight?”

She must have heard the tone in my voice.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” I hit send and put my phone away. But when I went to put my arm back around her, she didn’t scoot in.

“It doesn’t feel like nothing,” she said.

I looked away from her. “She’s dealing with some pretty serious legal issues at the moment.”

“For what?”

I paused, not sure how much I wanted to share. I decided on all of it. Emma was going to be here when it all hit the fan anyway, so there was no point in keeping her in the dark.

“She’s going to prison.” I stopped because the next part was hard to say out loud. In fact, I had never done it with anyone besides Brad and Benny. “She embezzled money. A lot of money.”

Emma just stared at me.

“She wrote herself fake checks. She was doing it for the better part of a year. She got caught.”

“Had she ever done anything like that before?” she asked.

“No. Never. She didn’t have any priors, not even a speeding ticket,” I said. “We hoped for a slap on the wrist, probation, restitution. Even her old boss asked for leniency.” I shook my head. “She didn’t get it. She worked for a nonprofit and almost put it out of business. It pissed off the judge. He gave her some time to get her affairs in order, then she has to turn herself in. She got six years.”

“Oh my God,” Emma breathed. “How much did she take?”

“A lot. Flew the kids to Disneyland. Redid the landscaping. Stupid shit. Shit that wasn’t worth it. I don’t even know why she did it. To be honest I don’t even think she knows.”

“And who’s taking the kids?” Emma asked.

I paused. “I am.”

I couldn’t read the expression on her face. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It only became official a few days before I met you. It was hard to talk about,” I said. “Mom’s best friend Leigh agreed to take them, but they’d have to move twenty miles away to live with her. Leigh’s got horses and she can’t board them. Alex and Sarah were having a really hard time with it. I didn’t want them to have to change schools. Plus if I move in here, I can keep paying the mortgage so Mom won’t lose the house. She already had to liquidate her 401(k) and all the college funds to pay back the money she took. I couldn’t let the house end up sold after all that.”

“When does she leave?”

“Next week.”

The words hung there.

Today I was single. I had my own place, my own life. And next week I’d be the legal guardian of three children.

I still couldn’t believe it. No matter how fast it was coming or how many emails Mom sent with instructions and the names of pediatricians and dentists they had to see and sports I had to sign them up for in the fall, I still couldn’t accept this was real.

We sat there for a moment in silence and I stared at a photo on the mantel, the last one we took with Dad before he died. The one-eighty our lives had taken since then was truly unbelievable. Some alternate universe. A hellscape.

“She won’t be able to chaperone Chelsea’s field trips,” I said, almost absently.

When she got out, she wouldn’t pass the school’s background check. All the memories I had of Mom on the bus, on our way to Como Park or Long Lake—Chelsea wouldn’t have that. She wouldn’t have her dad and she’d lost parts of her mom now too. Alex would be in his twenties when she got out. She was going to miss his graduation. Sarah’s too. Chelsea would be ten, a sixth grader. I’d be thirty-five. Maybe I’d be married. Maybe Alex would. She’d miss the weddings. She’d miss our lives.

And I was angry.