even know what a room is.”
Daniel moved toward him.
I rested my hand against my husband’s arm.
“Don’t.”
He turned to face me.
I surveyed the nursery, then looked directly at Jason.
Instead of crying, I reached for my phone and made a call.
“Hello. It’s Hannah Mitchell.”
Jason remained focused on his screen.
“I need you to come to my house.”
I waited briefly.
“Yes. Right now.”
Then I added:
“Please bring the documents we discussed.”
That finally caught Jason’s attention.
“Who are you calling?”
I disconnected.
“The
