Andrew stood in the doorway, not threatening Gavin, merely present.

Gavin looked down at Willa.

He had gone pale.

“Do you know what happens if the bank pulls out?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“And I think that is the first honest answer I’ve been allowed to give about your business in years.”

I gently took Willa back when she began rooting for a feed.

Gavin made no attempt to stop me.