Chloe heard it.

If you want a relationship with us, start by believing that.” Brooke became angry.

She accused me of turning every family disagreement into a moral test.

I reminded her that kindness to a six-year-old should not require an examination.

She hung up before I finished.

Two hours later, she appeared at the apartment, carrying a bag of presents that Chloe had never been allowed to open.

I met her in the lobby.