“Was it before the settlement?

Was Claire in the car with you?”

Lily shrank back half an inch against the counter.

“I don’t remember.”

“It’s okay,” I said, forcing my hands flat on the wood.

“Eat your toast.”

I folded the bank letter into a tight square and shoved it deep into my coat pocket.

At half past twelve, the heels of my shoes clicked loudly across the linoleum floor of the bank branch.