Heavy paper rustled on his end of the line.

“She had a huge pile of medical debt.

The investigator pulled her old insurance claims.”

I waited, rubbing my collarbone as the silence stretched out.

“The file shows a full hysterectomy when she was twenty-nine,” Arthur said.

I didn’t speak for a long moment.

The refrigerator stopped humming, leaving a heavy, ringing quiet in the kitchen.

“Megan, are you there?”