“Cancel the remaining catering payments,” I said into the phone.

“Consider it done,” Brenda said.

“I need your team at my house early.”

“We’ll be there at six sharp.”

I ended the call and guided Evelyn out the side exit of the Crown Plaza Hotel.

The drive back to our neighborhood took forty minutes.

Evelyn sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead at the yellow highway lines.

Neither of us turned on the radio.