“Wire the money or get out.

Leave.”

Lorraine looked up, and gave me a small, satisfied smile, the smile of a woman watching a thing go exactly the way she’d arranged it.

“Maybe some time away,” she said, “will help you appreciate what you have.”

I set the tea-stained towel down on the counter.

“Fine,” I said.

And I watched something flicker across Camden’s face — because fine was not in the script.

He had expected me to apologize.