An accredited lab, done right, so nobody can wave it away.” He closed her fingers around the card.

“If anyone in that house ever decides they want the actual truth, that number reaches me.

Day or night.”

Then he went back down the steps and drove off in a truck that needed a muffler, and Hattie stood on the porch with a business card in her fist and a decision forming that she was not yet ready to make.

Because she knew what she was living inside of now.