“I saw your coat was missing from the rack, Margaret,” Daniel said, setting a dry leather glove on the edge of our table.

My hands went cold under the laminate tabletop.

“How did you find me here?” I asked.

Daniel didn’t answer me.

He looked straight at Chloe with a long, slow exhale that made his shoulders drop.

“She walked three miles in the dark along the highway, Chloe,” Daniel said, his voice dropping an octave.

“She told me you locked her out of her bank account,” Chloe said, looking between the two of us.

“Her debit card was compromised at a downtown clinic yesterday,” Daniel said, pulling out a chair and sitting beside Chloe.