Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
“We need to stop this,” he said.
“Meredith, you’ve had a baby.
You’re exhausted.
Let me explain privately.”
Lauren stepped between us, not theatrically, but enough to make clear that he would not tower over my chair.
“First,” she said, “is there any order of protection or court action we should know about?”
He laughed too quickly.
“What?