Chapter 4

That night, Edward didn't come home.

I sat on the window seat in our bedroom, staring out at the city lights.

My phone rang. It was the nursing home.

"Mrs. Lane, I'm sorry to bother you so late," the director said, sounding uneasy. "About your mother's private suite... Mr. Lane called and said he won't be arranging it for now.

"And Mr. Lane said you'll need to talk to him directly about next month's care fees."

I gripped my phone tightly. "What about the room my mother's in now?"

"Well..." the director hesitated. "Mr. Lane said if the fees aren't…