"Why didn't you take your cellphone?"

"My contract was up that month."

"I renewed it for you. Just drop by the local office and pick up a new phone."

She busied herself with the cases. Just like her mother, she had to keep her hands busy when she was agitated.

"Did you want to look at anything?"

"I'm looking at what I came to see."

"How'd you find out where I was?"

"Who's the boy you're with?"

Her jaw tightened. I changed the subject.

"You put Chelsea in a bad situation."

"I left her money."

"I paid off her lease."

"I figured you would."

"Matilda..."

"What? You always do."

"Babydoll..."

"I've got customers, Dad. This is what pays my rent at the moment, okay? Just... come by tomorrow, okay?"

She jotted an address down on the back of receipt paper and slid it across the table. I committed it to memory and tucked it in the inside pocket of my sport coat. Tomorrow it was.