Chapter 19
“How about the police?”
“Uh-huh. That’s listed as well. These things might work but—”
“You don’t seem too sure.” I felt a sudden lump in my stomach that wasn’t the salad, more like my hopes doing a nosedive.
“There’s more. Let me read off some other options before we decide what’s best for Gertrude. These other options are more long term. Might take time we don’t—”
I interrupted her. “What’s best is to get her out of there before the situation gets worse.” Then, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re concerned and upset. I get it. We’ll figure something out. Okay, honey?” She put her hand on my arm as if to reassure me.
I didn’t pull away.
Who is this woman and what has she done with the old Bernadette?
I felt like I’d crossed over some secret frontier between mothers and daughters and found I was actually beginning to like it here. “Go on.”
“If she’s in immediate danger—”
“Which she is, right?”