"Georgina wanted soup from the deli on the South Side this morning. I told you to go get it. Why didn't you answer my messages?"

I held the phone a little away from my ear.

A second's pause, then it came out easily.

"I didn't see them."

"You didn't see them?"

Neal let out a cold laugh.

"Are you still sulking over yesterday?"

"Sonia, can't you act your age?"

"Georgina has severe depression. Do you really not rest until you've set her off?"

Listening to him lay it all on me, I almost wanted to laugh.

"Neal, am I your maid?"

The line went quiet for a beat.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

I watched Graham a short distance away, loading the luggage.

"If I buy anything, it'll be for myself. I don't have time to wait on your precious sister."

"Sonia!"

Neal's voice shot up.

"So you've grown a temper now, have you?"

"Don't forget, next month's nursing fees for your mother still haven't been paid."

"Keep talking to me like this, and you can figure out next month's bill yourself."

"Sonia, you know that's not a small amount."

He was using it to threaten me again.

But right now, I just didn't care.

"Suit yourself."

I was about to hang up.

Graham came over just then, an open bottle of water in his hand.

"Sonia, have some water. Let's get in the car."

Neal's voice turned to ice.

"Who's that next to you?"

"Sonia, who are you with?"

I didn't answer. I just pressed the button to end the call.

The instant the screen went dark, a text came through from Neal.

"Sonia, save your little games."

"Get to the hospital within half an hour, or you'll deal with the consequences."

I dropped the phone back in my bag and took the water from Graham.

"Let's go. To the hospital."

Downtown General Hospital.

The door to the room stood half open.

I had just reached it when I heard voices from inside.

"Mom, don't worry. Neal said he'll hire the best nurse for her."

It was Georgina's voice.

My own mother sighed.

"Georgie really is the sensible one."

"Sonia's just so petty. She was even giving you dirty looks at the wedding yesterday."

"If Neal didn't dote on you, who knows how she'd treat you."

I pushed the door open.

The voices cut off at once.

Neal was standing by the window. When he saw me come in, he smirked.

"And here I thought you had some backbone. In the end you came crawling over like a good girl."

He walked up to me and looked at me.

"Who was that man on the phone?"

"You'd stoop to a cheap trick like that, just to spite me?"

I didn't look at him.

I went straight to the bed and looked at my adoptive mother lying there.

Her face was pale, an oxygen mask over it, and she was deep in sleep.

"Sonia, what is wrong with you?"

My mother stood up, frowning.

"Neal asked you a question. Have you gone mute?"

"Do you have any idea how much money Neal has spent on that woman who raised you?"

"He's done all this, and you're still not satisfied?"

I turned my head and looked at this woman.

"Mom."

My eyes stung before I could stop it.

"Did you forget? I'm the real daughter you lost for seventeen years."

My mother froze, her eyes flickering away.

"Of course I know that."

"But I watched Georgie grow up too. What's so wrong with giving way to her?"

I twisted my mouth into something that wasn't a smile.

"Right. Give way to her."

"Give her my room. Give her my clothes."

"And now even my fiancé. I'm supposed to hand him over too, is that it?"

"Sis, don't say that."

Georgina stood up, her eyes red again.

"Sis, don't blame Mom, and don't blame Neal."

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have kept treating this place like my home."

"I'll leave right now. And I won't ever come back to Auntie's room again."

Neal grabbed her and pulled her behind him.

"Sonia, that's enough!"

He dug a payment slip out of his pocket and slapped it on the table beside us.

"Next month's fees for your adoptive mother. I already had my assistant pay them."

"Apologize to Georgina right now, and we'll forget this ever happened."

He looked at me, and his eyes were certain.

Certain that I'd bend for money.

I looked at the payment slip.

Then I calmly took another receipt out of my bag.

"No need."

I laid the receipt down on top of his slip.

"It's already paid in full."

"From today on, my adoptive mother's care is no concern of yours, Mr. Dickerson. And you can keep it off your ledger of favors too."

Neal glanced down at the receipt.

The amount on it came to a full two hundred thousand.

Something jolted behind his eyes.

"Where did you get that kind of money?"

He knew there was no way I could come up with that much.

"That's none of your business, Mr. Dickerson."

I pushed his payment slip back at him.

"From now on, you don't need to trouble yourself over my adoptive mother."

With that, I turned to go.

"Sonia, stop right there!"

Neal caught up in a few strides and seized my wrist.

His grip was hard enough to make the bone ache.

"What exactly are you trying to pull?"

I wrenched my arm free.

"Neal, you think far too much of yourself."

I walked out of the room without looking back.

Graham's car was parked at the curb.

As I climbed into the passenger seat, I turned my head and caught Neal just reaching the door.

Graham didn't glance at him. He started the car.

My bag hadn't been zipped shut, and a bright red booklet slid out with the motion.

Neal's eyes locked on that flash of red.

"Sonia! What is that?"