I tapped the green circle and held the phone to my ear, waiting for her to speak first.

“Hannah, darling,” Patricia said.

Her voice came through the receiver like warm honey poured over gravel.

“Jenna called me in an absolute panic from the bank parking lot.

She said you were attacking her about our vacation.”

“Where’s my husband, Patricia?” I asked.

A soft, theatrical sigh came through the earpiece.

“Derek is resting in the cabin, dear.