He wanted me to stop asking questions until the window for Hannah’s surgery had closed.

I didn’t know how I was going to pay the St.

Jude surgeon tomorrow.

I didn’t know what Richard had done to our joint accounts today when he talked about moving things around.

All I knew was that I was going to let Claire file the emergency order the second the courthouse opened.

I picked the printed slip back up.

I held the fake confirmation up to the lamp, checking the bogus contact number one more time.