“She gave me the emergency access code herself,” Mark said, leaning back against the metal panel.

“Ask her.”

“She gave you the code because you lied to her,” Rachel said from beside me.

“Stay out of this, Rachel,” Mark said.

He looked past my sister and fixed his eyes directly on mine.

“Is this really what you want, Di?” he asked softly.

He used the old nickname, the one he hadn’t spoken since the afternoon our divorce decree was signed in the county courthouse.

“You’re going to put Lauren’s father in a county cell over four hundred dollars?” he asked.