She traced a line of text in her book with a bright yellow highlighter.

The ink bled slightly into the thin paper.

“Dad showed me the blue folder this morning,” she said.

“Just to prove the account is completely locked down.”

I gripped the side rails of my hospital bed.

The metal was cold against my palms.

“Why would he show you that?” I asked.

“Because I was stressed,” Allison said.