of the emergency card tucked inside the sealed envelope in Margaret’s purse.
Daniel had always been good at sounding certain when he was missing the most important page.
“Mom,” Ashley said softly, “you shouldn’t have to handle all this by yourself.”
Margaret looked at her daughter’s polished nails and the diamond bracelet Robert had given her for her thirtieth birthday.
“I have been handling things by myself longer than you think,” she said.
Daniel’s mouth tightened.
He closed the laptop halfway, not enough to end the conversation, only enough to
