Nora comes over at noon with her laptop and an energy that means she has not slept and does not care.
She spreads printed documents across Rhys's coffee table like a woman setting up a war room, which is essentially what this is, and Joel arrives twenty minutes later with food nobody asked for and the quiet usefulness of someone who understands that showing up is its own language.
I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way.
"Claire Ashworth's bankruptcy filing lists her total assets at eleven thousand," Nora says. "Her legal bills from the Rhys litigation alone were four hundred thousand. Someone absorbed that debt."
"Vivienne?
