I asked him, hypothetically, how someone might try to steal a house from an elderly parent of a spouse.
Morgan did not even pause.
“You want the long list or the short list?” he asked.
“Morgan,” I said, “I want every method you know, in order of how common they are.”
He gave me two hours of his time and a yellow legal pad full of notes.
I took that legal pad home and read it three times.
I did not know it yet, but that yellow legal pad would help save everything.
Caitlyn and Cody got engaged in November.
I hugged my daughter. I told her I loved her. Then I spent the next hour in my garage pretending to organize tools while I tried to steady myself.
She was happy. I had to remember that.
She looked the way Britney used to look when joy took over her whole face. Lit from the inside. Young and certain and completely unaware that love, in the wrong hands, could become a weapon.
I was not going to take that happiness from her based only on suspicion.
Not yet.
Not without proof.
But I was going to be ready.
The next morning, I called Morgan again.
“I need you to walk me through the irrevocable trust thing,” I said.