Chapter 6

When I walked in, Michael had just been discharged.

He was lounging on the living room sofa with a pale face, but he looked surprisingly relaxed.

Amber was in the kitchen simmering some soup, and Ollie was glued to the TV.

The moment I pushed the front door open, all three of them froze.

"Amanda?" Amber said as she peeked out from the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to collect," I said.

"Collect?"

I marched right up to Michael, yanked a manila envelope from my tote, and slapped it onto the coffee table. "This is an itemized…