Patterns Were My Profession
He paused to cough.
But if he tries to use Margaret’s age, or her grief, or her health to steal control of her life away from her, then he receives nothing from me.
Not one dollar.
That is my decision, made in sound mind, and I will not apologize for protecting my wife.
Michael sank into his chair.
Beside him, Rachel whispered, “How much?” Michael did not answer.
She turned to me.