“Hannah’s still at school,” I said.

“Go get her,” Claire said.

“Don’t tell Richard you’re leaving.”

I got up and put the copies in my purse.

My phone lit up with a missed call from the Oak Creek Bank branch, but there was no voicemail.

I shoved the phone into my pocket and went out to my car.

I pulled into the high school lot at ten to three.

Hannah was waiting under the brick awning out front in her blue fleece hoodie.