“Margaret, sit down and let me drive you,” Daniel said, starting to stand up beside Chloe.

“Do not touch me,” I said.

I turned and walked past the counter, pushing through the heavy glass door into the rain.

The cold water soaked through the wool of my coat before I reached the corner of Main Street.

I reached deep into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around the hard plastic edges of the flip phone.

Behind me, the coffee shop door opened again, but I didn’t turn around to see who came out.

I dialed Attorney Lin’s personal number from memory, standing under the rusted tin awning of the closed hardware store while rain dripped off the edge onto my shoes.