Hannah didn’t know any of that.

She still thought her father was just working hard and paying for roof repairs.

She didn’t know he had flatly refused her care.

“We’re going to get your scan done,” I said.

“Whatever it takes.”

Hannah nodded once, keeping her eyes on the rain running down the glass.

“Dad said he’d fix it,” she said.

I reached into my purse and took out the folded papers Brenda had given me.