No savings. No way to save my daughter.

Sister Julia called Richard. He was there in forty minutes, soaked through, looking like a man who hadn’t slept in a week. He never asked why I’d left.

He knelt beside Lily’s bed, held her hand, and then turned to me.

“Don’t ever decide for me what I’m willing to lose.”

“But your foundation—”

“Without the four of you, my house was a tomb again.”