“He sent an email about your car insurance.”

Sadie stopped beside the kitchen table and looked down at the white page lying flat between us.

“What about my car, though?” Sadie asked.

“He took you off his policy today,” I said, choosing my words carefully so she wouldn’t hear the shake in my voice.

“I had to put your Cobalt on my insurance so you can keep driving.”

Sadie’s fingers tightened around the woven fabric of her apron.