But the trust remained protected.
And so did the money Richard had set aside for Tyler’s future.
The $3.8 million was never a reward for choosing one parent over another. It was a safeguard established to ensure that neither Harrison’s influence nor his financial troubles could determine the course of our lives.
I used a small portion of the funds, with the trustee’s approval, to purchase a modest house in a quiet neighborhood.
It wasn’t a mansion.
There was no swimming pool, no private security gate, and no expensive car waiting in the driveway.
There was a small backyard where Tyler could play basketball, a kitchen large enough for us to cook together, and a bedroom with a window overlooking an old maple tree.
On our first night there, we ate pizza on the living room floor because our furniture hadn’t arrived.
Tyler looked around at the half-empty rooms.
