She looked at me, her face pale.
She knew that the police had already arrested Mark, but she also knew that I held the power to press civil charges against her for the fourteen thousand dollars she had helped him steal from our joint recovery fund.
She stood there in the cold light, waiting in absolute silence for my decision.
I looked down at the white wicker bassinet.
The last time I had seen it, it had been empty in a freezing room.
Now it was filled with the evidence that could either save my career or destroy my sister’s life.
“Sit down, Chloe,” I said.
She did not sit.
She simply watched me, her hand still frozen on her silver necklace, waiting for a promise I was not ready to make.
The hospital had gone quiet by midnight.
The only sound was the distant hum of the ventilation system and the occasional chime of a call button from the recovery ward.
