She paused.
“The approved award is four hundred and twelve thousand five hundred dollars.”
The number meant nothing to me at first.
I knew it was large.
I could not comprehend its size.
Felicity began explaining tax treatment and protected medical funds.
Outside the office window, Maeve’s small red car turned into the yard.
My thoughts scattered.
Appointment.
Cane.
Pain level.
Four hundred twelve thousand five hundred.
Reid’s hand touched my shoulder.
“Are you there?” Felicity asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you understand?”
“Not really.”
“That’s all right. We’ll review it in person.”
“My nurse just arrived.”
“We can finish tomorrow. I need Mr. Callahan briefly to confirm the appointment.”
I handed him the phone.
He covered the receiver.
“You all right?”
“Tired.”
“What did she say?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Noah.”
“Maeve’s here.”
His eyes narrowed, but he took the call.
Maeve came through the open office door carrying a canvas bag and a collapsible walking pole.
