Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands
“So you know I mean it.”
I folded the check once and put it in my breast pocket.
“The trust distributes on the twenty-sixth of November,” she said.
“After that, all of this becomes a much simpler conversation for everyone concerned.”
I didn’t ask her what simpler meant.
Afterward, Evelyn went to the nurses’ station to work the room.
I stood by the elevators with four pages I hadn’t signed.
Caroline Whitmore came around the corner carrying a cup of ice chips she had no reason to be carrying, her cardigan sleeves pulled down over her knuckles.