“He has no business going through David’s bank accounts.”

Martha laid her silver spoon against the saucer with a faint click.

“Your brother-in-law is trying to help you, sweetheart.

You can’t expect to keep up a four-bedroom house on your own once the baby arrives.”

At half past five, the steady scrape of wooden hangers along a metal closet rod drew me up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Harper was standing next to David’s open mahogany wardrobe with four of his gray winter suits slung over her arm.