"Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked quietly.
She looked out the window as she considered the question. Then she said, "Not unless I think it relevant."
I turned to look at her. "You know what will happen if they know. They'll use him."
She gazed straight out the front of the car. "I know."
I spoke quietly to put all the weight I could into each word I spoke next. "Over. My. Dead. Body.