“Easy,” she said. “No sudden movements.”
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“You are not,” she replied, with professional kindness.
Richard folded the document carefully and returned it to the envelope.
“Claire, listen to me. Tonight, your job is to rest and care for Noah. Tomorrow, I’ll call an attorney I trust.”
“My parents used my money?”
“We don’t know that yet.”
“But you think it.”
His silence was answer enough.
Daniel looked miserable. “I didn’t know any of this. I swear.”
“I know,” I said.
And strangely, I did. He had the bewildered look of someone who had walked into a beautiful house and suddenly noticed smoke behind the walls.
A sound buzzed from his pocket. He checked his phone and frowned.
“It’s Whitney.”
He didn’t answer.
The buzzing stopped, then started again.
Richard said, “You should take it.”
Daniel looked at me.
I nodded.
