“Don’t interrupt me, David,” Caldwell said.

David Ross froze.

He gripped the leather handle of his briefcase with both hands, his knuckles pressing hard against the blue leather.

Sophie pressed her shoulder against my blue wool sweater.

She pulled her rabbit up to her chin and stared at Caldwell, smoothing her pink cardigan with one hand.

“Mommy, why is that man yelling?” Sophie asked.

“Some people forget how to use their inside voices,” I said.

Caldwell hung up and shoved his phone into his jacket pocket.