She stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door mostly shut behind her.

She buttoned the top button of her cardigan, then unbuttoned it.

“I think you should tell me why my husband gave you ten thousand dollars the day after my baby died,” I said.

Her hand stopped at the second button.

“Paul felt sorry for me,” she said.

“That’s all.

I was in a bad spot, and he helped me out.”

“Ten thousand dollars isn’t helping someone out.