There was no sign of the furious woman I’d met outside Andrew’s hospital room.

“Urgent papers for Mark,” she explained.

“Of course,” Ofelia said.

“You work too hard for that company.”

I set a fourth plate on the table because manners are not the same thing as surrender.

Brenda glanced at the place setting with a smile I didn’t trust.

“How kind, Laura.

I know you prefer being at home now.”