“He thinks it’s just an argument,” I said. “He thinks his mother just has strong opinions.”
“Nancy doesn’t have opinions, Claire, she has files,” Marilyn said. She sat down, her keys clinking against her mug. “When she was still VP at the bank, she kept a ledger on every teller who took an extra five minutes at lunch.”
“She can’t do anything to us legally,” I said, though my fingers went back to my collarbone. “We’re her parents.”
“As a rule, Nancy gets what she wants,” Marilyn said, mimicking Nancy’s formal tone. “She’s been running Donald’s life since he was ten, and she won’t let you take her granddaughter away without a fight.”
“We aren’t leaving the state,” I said. “I just need a few days to find a place.”
