The year after she married Garrett, she stopped applying for programs because Evelyn said a Harrington wife did not need to work among strangers.

That afternoon, Chloe opened her eyes long enough to ask for water.

I helped her take the smallest sip the nurse allowed.

She looked toward the window, where October rain streaked the glass.

“Did he call?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“Is he angry?”

“I don’t know.