Sarah broke off a piece of cruller without eating it.

“What if she takes the fifty thousand and runs?”

“That’s why Dr.

Evans has to sit in the room with her,” I said.

We reached Arthur’s strip mall office on Route 8 before noon.

The air smelled of radiator dust, old law books, and dark coffee brewing in a glass pot.

Arthur brought three thick ceramic mugs to the table.

He took a cloth napkin from his cardigan pocket and began polishing his glasses in slow circles.