My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

“He just went silent.”

“That means he knows he’s trapped,” Claire said.

“Thank you, Claire,” I told her.

I hung up and slipped the phone into my pocket.

The heavy double doors swung wide.

Dr.

Vance came out holding his clipboard.

He stopped in front of my chair and clicked his silver pen two times.