“I want you to protect yourself,” he corrected. “And us.” He stood, grabbing his jacket. “Think about it. I have meetings all day.” The door closed behind him. Clare sat alone at the table. The house felt unusually quiet. She picked up her phone. Scrolled. Stopped. Scrolled again. Maybe she was wrong. The report said the drug was in her system.
The packet was in her purse. Everyone else seemed so certain. Her thumb hovered over the precinct number. She lowered the phone. She would call. She would tell them she wanted to resolve it. She would say whatever she needed to say to make it stop. The phone rang before she could decide. An unfamiliar number.