“He told everyone at church on Sunday that you canceled the wedding because you didn’t want his sister’s kids near your apartment.”

“I have the clinic promotion letter in my purse,” I said.

“And I have the bank records showing where the twelve thousand dollars went.”

“I have to go get Ben,” Heather said, turning toward the front door.

“Leave the notebook page,” I said.

She left the folded paper on the table and went down the steps without looking back.

Paige picked up the notebook page and slipped it into the front flap of my legal folder.

“Are you going to the clinic now?” she asked.