“I appreciate that.” And then I bent and lifted my wife up into my arms, because she could not walk any farther on her own.

“Because tonight, I’m taking Phedra to a private hospital.”

I carried her out the door and down the drive and put her gently into the back of a waiting taxi, and I left my mother and my brother standing in the driveway in the last of the daylight — not frightened, not sorry, but already, I could hear it as the taxi pulled away, beginning to argue in low excited voices about how they were going to split a million dollars that was never, ever going to touch their hands.

Chapter 14 — Arthur Vance