The Door I Opened Wide

That other line would take much longer.

I folded the report neatly and slid it into the pocket of my scrubs, and I found that my hands were steady, which surprised me, because nothing else in me was.

“Where is Mason?” I asked.

Arthur, subdued now, muttered, “He’s at home.

With Chloe.

And Eleanor.”

Eleanor.

My mother-in-law.