The wristband in Elise’s hand crackled.
Wade looked at it. “He thought you knew.”
“I didn’t.” Her voice was thin. “I thought something was wrong, but I didn’t know.”
“He called me after you left. Said you’d watched him too closely. Said he’d nearly blacked out.”
“He did black out.”
Wade closed his eyes.
Elise’s mouth tightened. “He hit the wall and slid halfway down it. I grabbed him. He told me he stood up too fast.” She turned to me then, and all the anger drained out of her face, replaced by something younger. “Mom, I saw his skin. It was yellow around his eyes. I saw medication bottles on the counter. I saw a hospital wristband in the trash.”
I looked down at the one she held.
“I took it,” she said. “I don’t even know why. I shoved it in my purse while he was in the bathroom.”
