I can get you on the witness list by Friday.”

I tucked the five dollars under the mug’s little handle and looked out at the oak trees.

“I won’t be going,” I said.

“Just send whatever paperwork needs my name on it.”

Clare wrote it down without a word, and she paused at the door with her keys already in her hand.

“You know he’ll hire his own lawyer and try to make it a story about you.”

“It was always a story about me.