“Well, that was a surprise,” Justin professes, plopping into a chair opposite me. “Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known you would be her guardian?”

Resting the papers on the desk, I find both Mike and Justin staring at me.

I shrug, “Mona spoke to me about it a year ago over the phone. At the time, I thought nothing of it. I thought of it as a joke. I mean who in their right mind would leave me in charge of a fifteen-year-old girl?”

“Are you saying ...