The next morning, I made three calls.
"No," I said — cheerful enough to scare her. "But I'd like to add one feature."
"Of course!"
"I want to set up a voice-message booth. One of those 'leave a message for the couple' things. And also... a short montage. Something sweet to play before the first dance. A little surprise, you know?"
There was a pause.
"That's adorable, hon," she said.
"I want to set up a voice-message booth."
"Isn't it just?" I replied. "Can it be done?"
"Absolutely. Consider it done and dusted."
The second call was to my cousin, Danny. He worked at a credit union and was trustworthy to a fault.
"Hey," I said. "I need to lock my credit. And I want to make sure that the trust for the twins and for Harry... is airtight."
Danny didn't answer right away.
"I need to lock my credit."
"Sharon," he said slowly. "Is someone trying to touch that money?"
"Someone... tried. Oliver thought my house and savings were tied up in my name."
"And they're not," Danny confirmed.
"Exactly, but I want that paperwork ironclad, Dan. Nothing should be accessible to anyone other than me. Not even the kids, until they're 18 or if I pass away before that."
"No one's going near those kids' futures, Sharon. Not on my watch."
