She didn’t take it, just stood there looking at it. “What is it?” she asked softly.

“A credit card. I want you to take it and use it to buy Abby whatever clothes she needs or if you want to take her to the movies or whatever.”

She reached up tentatively and took hold of the innocuous-looking black plastic.

“There is no limit on it and I don’t really care how much you spend. I also want to replace the clothes and personal effects that Heather took from ...