"Don't say anything," Lisa says immediately. "I don't even want to hear it. I'm sending you a debit card in the mail. I've gotten access to our bank accounts. Including interest, there's enough money in there for us to never have to work again if we're careful. Don't be foolish, Sara."

That's it. A simple 'don't be foolish' and the dial tone is ringing in her ear. Having heard from Lisa makes her feel sick and she wanders into the living room, where Millie is working on a puzzle of some sort. She sinks down onto the couch, close enough to help if the child gets into something dangerous, and stares at the ceiling. She loves Lisa and Zoe – of course she does – but a part of her had wondered if they wanted to leave. If they would go back. A debit card... maybe not.