Dad's smile told me everything I needed to know, Mom hugging me around the shoulders before offering Petunia another slice of banana. It disappeared down the pug's throat while I continued to beam as I had since the moment I opened Jared's letter.

"He said if I ever decide to sell, let him know," I told them. "But fake signature or not, he's not contesting anything and just wants to clean up his father's mess."

"Jared's always been a good kid," Dad said.

"And ...