Greg pulled his hands out of his coat pockets.

His left thumb pressed firmly against his index finger, tapping three small beats against the fabric before he answered.

“Claire,” Greg said, keeping his voice down.

“This isn’t the place to discuss accounting details.”

“It was eight thousand dollars,” I said.

“We bought that policy when Sophie was born.”

Greg stepped back toward the glass display case and looked at Patty with a faint, sorrowful tilt of his head.

“I’m so sorry you have to see this, Patty,” Greg said softly.