“He did what?”

“He is trying to make me look like I cannot handle my own affairs,” I said.

Chloe set her cup down so hard that a drop spilled over the plastic lid.

“Did you walk all the way here from the valley?”

“I had no other choice,” I said.

“He took my car keys yesterday afternoon.”

The bell above the street door chimed, and a gust of wet air swept through the front entry.

Daniel walked past the display case, his beige raincoat barely damp, and stopped right at our booth.