Not enough to make her help me.
But enough to make her understand that Marcus had crossed a line even she had not expected.
“You said you were only going to scare her,” Rachel muttered.
“That’s what I’m doing.”
“With that?”
Marcus turned sharply toward her.
“Don’t lose your nerve now.”
“I’m not losing my nerve.”
“You look like you’re about to faint.”
“I look like someone who doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life in pr/i/son.”
The word hung between them.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed.
“Then make sure she signs.”
Rachel looked at me.
For the first time since she had entered the kitchen, I saw uncertainty beneath her anger. It came and went so quickly that another person might have missed it.
I did not.
A mother learns to recognize every shadow that crosses her child’s face.
