I picked it up.

A small family medical trust in Caroline’s name, held for a boy whose prescriptions ran eleven hundred dollars a month.

Miller capped her pen and set it down on the page.

“Sign page five tonight or don’t.

I need an answer by Friday.”

“Friday,” I said.

Caroline came at five thirty with a state trooper at her shoulder and her cardigan sleeves pulled down to her knuckles.

She stopped two feet inside the door and wouldn’t come any closer.