“What do we do?” I asked.

“We don’t touch it yet,” Lydia said. “If there are undisclosed assets in that unit, we have to handle it through the court. Otherwise, Julian’s team will accuse us of theft.”

“I don’t want his money, Lydia,” I said. “I just want Harrison to be safe. I want this to be over.”

“If he hid assets, the entire settlement is voidable,” Lydia said. “We can strip him of his remaining shares in Blackwood Marketing. We can secure Harrison’s trust fund so Julian can never touch it.”

I looked toward the hallway where Harrison was sleeping.

His small, blue blanket was draped over the banister.

“I have to go back to Connecticut,” I said.

“Only with me,” Lydia said. “I will arrange a formal inspection with Martin Bell. We will meet at the storage facility.”

“And Julian?” I asked.

“He will have to be there,” Lydia said. “By law.”

The next morning, the Maine sky was a pale, clear blue.

The storm had washed the air clean, leaving the smell of pine and salt water.