“My sons are competing today,” Claire said.

Daniel let out a single short breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

“Claire, please,” he said.

“The registration fees for this tournament are four hundred dollars per school.

The public district doesn’t fund these trips.”

“We’re here,” Claire said.

“I don’t have cash on me right now,” Daniel said, stepping around her toward the main auditorium doors.

“If you’re having trouble with your household bills, write to my accountant on Monday.”