“He’s with Meredith. I didn’t think a jumping bean would help the evaluation go smoothly.”

She understood what Jax said, but something didn’t make sense. “Who’s Meredith?” No one spoke right away.

Jax cleared her throat and tugged at the sleeves of her sweater. “She’s my—”

“Nanny,” Amanda said quickly. “She’s Caleb’s nanny.”

“Great. Someone else I’ll have to get to know again.” Gretchen didn’t want to sound like a brat, but the prospect of learning so much of her everyday life again had started to weigh on her.

“Let’s keep going,” Jax said, directing Dr. Melendez to continue. That was odd.

“Where do you live?”

“Manahawkin, New Jersey.”

“Home address?”

“Sixteen fifty Pine Crest Lane. It’s a beautiful home.” Gretchen wanted to write out the rest. She could’ve kept her answer simple, but she loved her house. She grinned as she wrote the description. A small ranch with a covered front porch. Large yard that gets just the right amount of sun to let the flowers grow.

Jax read it aloud but shook her head when Dr. Melendez looked at her for confirmation. “We added a second floor just after Caleb’s first birthday.”

“Smart. I guess,” Gretchen said. Even her memory of her house was wrong.

This evaluation seemed ridiculously simple, but she still feared answering wrong. So many scary outcomes were on the other side of a list of questions. She sighed when Jax nodded.

“When did you move there?”

Gretchen did a quick calculation in her head. “Nine years ago.”

“Thirteen,” Jax said quietly. “Your mother got the house almost thirteen years ago.”

Dr. Melendez made notes on her iPad. “What day of the week is it?”

“Monday. I think. It’s hard to keep track in here.”

“What time is it?”

Gretchen looked around for the time. She needed her phone. Why hadn’t anyone brought her phone in yet? “Not five. My phone?”

Jax scrunched up her face. “It broke in the fall. I guess you had it in your hand.”

She huffed at yet another thing broken in this stupid accident. She needed a favor from Jax. Pick up a new phone for me?

Jax wiped her palms on her jeans after reading. “You’ll have to order it online.”

“Why?”

“We’re not on the same account anymore. I don’t think they’ll allow me to do anything in your name.”

Gretchen’s gut twisted, and her throat tightened as she prepared herself to ask the one question that scared her the most. “Are we divorced?”

Jax kept her head down. “I don’t think this is the time or place—”

“Answer me!” Gretchen’s ribs felt like they were ready to break. “I’ve answered every question,” she said forcefully. The sluggishness of her mouth made her angrier. “And now I think I deserve answers.” She refused to look away from Jax, even as she listened to Amanda and Dr. Melendez shift around. Jax worked her jaw.

“No. Not yet,” Jax said, shaking her head. “We filed, and the papers came in right before all this happened.”