[Meredith].
Minutes passed before Draven finally moved.
His gaze lifted from the floor and settled on me, sharp but strangely calm. "Transfer the recordings to my phone," he said.
I nodded immediately and did exactly that. My hands were steady as I sent every file over, even though my heart was not. When I handed his phone back to him, he took it without a word.
After another pause, he spoke again. "I will visit her tomorrow."
I looked at him, searching his face, then nodded. I thought it was a good idea—necessary, even. But I could not let him go unprepared.
"You will need to find a reason to send the caregiver away," I reminded him carefully. "If she overhears anything, she will report it to your father. And that could make things much worse for your mother."
He acknowledged it with a brief nod. "I know."
