Okay, so not ready for the worst. "We're what?"

Quaid crouched, hugging Gabriel to him, still cradling Ethie in one arm. "All the accounts were cleaned out, babe." He looked about ready to cry himself, jaw jumping, voice thick. "The Hayle family fortune is gone."

I spluttered at him. "That's impossible," I said. Our money was old, really old, and vast. I'd lost track of how much we were worth, where it was all diversified and ...