He had on his heavy canvas work jacket.

He held a rolled-up legal document in his right fist.

He rubbed the back of his neck with the rolled-up paper.

Hannah pulled her hand out of mine and slid it under the blanket.

“I need to talk to your mother,” Richard said loudly.

He didn’t step over the threshold into the room.

“I’m staying right here,” I said.

“My lawyer just sent me the forensic report,” Richard said.