could turn it around my wrist. I checked the printed date and then checked it again.
Vivian asked Daniel to walk a few steps away.
He followed her.
I watched their mouths move without hearing the words. Vivian kept one hand on the strap of her purse. Daniel looked toward me once, then back at her.
The elevator doors opened.
A family came out with an older man in a wheelchair, and I stepped aside.
When Daniel returned, he stopped beside me.
“What did she want?”
“She wants everyone calm.”
“That is not what I asked.”
He looked down at my bracelet.
“I know.”
“Then tell me.”
He rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb.
“She thinks we are making this more complicated than it needs to be.”
“Who is we?”
He did not answer.
The elevator bell sounded again.
I stepped inside. “Daniel.”
He followed.
“She thinks the papers
