That night, she stayed long enough to help me clear the table, and then took Noah home.

Before leaving, she checked that my phone was charged.

She did not put it in my hand or ask me to prove that I knew what to do with it.

She set it beside my handbag where I could see it.

“I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” she said.

“I’ll call after the bank.”

She nodded.

Upstairs, I moved the dish with my ring away from the edge of the dresser.