(Author's POV)
"Martha." He said her name the way you said the name of something you'd already decided to step on. "We both know that's not true. And even if it were - you'd find a way. You always do." He tilted his head. "How's the boy doing, anyway? Leo. He's had a rough year, from what I understand. Surgery, wasn't it? Heart's not quite right."
Martha's hands went still on the table.
"Kids like that," Neil said, almost gently, "you worry about them. All kinds of things can happen. Accidents. Stress. Doesn't take much when the body's already fragile."
"Don't." The word came out barely above a whisper.
"Three days." He stood up, tucking the DNA report back into his jacket. "Get me the money, Martha. Or find a way to get Aurora to bring it herself. Either works for me."
He left.
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