But she hadn’t come to comfort her critically ill grandson.
She had come to regain control.
“Tell her she can leave,” I said.
The officer nodded politely.
“Of course.”
He turned toward the elevator.
Then Chloe’s phone rang.
She glanced at the screen and went pale.
“It’s Mom.”
I reached for her hand.
“You don’t have to answer.”
Chloe looked at me.
Then she pressed the speaker button.
Eleanor’s voice exploded into the quiet hallway.
“Chloe, come downstairs immediately, because your sister has lost her mind!”
Chloe swallowed.
“Mom, Leo is on a ventilator.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Then why are you yelling?”
“Because Clara’s husband is threatening our family’s finances, and she’s allowing him to do it!”
I stepped closer.
“Mother, I told you not to come.”
“Clara, get down here and tell that ridiculous man to stop making calls.”
