“She is still family.”

“She won’t be part of our home as though what happened was harmless.”

I stood and put on my coat.

John did not follow.

Through the window, I could see him looking at the envelope.

On the way home, I stopped for milk and bread.

The milk still cost three dollars and ten cents.

I put the receipt in my purse because I needed to know what remained, not because ordinary spending had become evidence against anyone.