“This is unnecessary,” she said as deputies entered. “We’re family.”
I looked at her hands.
No clippers now.
“Family doesn’t do what you did,” I said.
Her mouth thinned. “You needed correction.”
One deputy glanced up.
Sarah touched my elbow lightly, reminding me not to engage.
Ryan appeared behind Linda. He looked tired, unshaven, dangerous in the way cornered men become dangerous when they confuse consequences with persecution.
“You brought cops into my house?” he asked.
“My name is on the mortgage,” I said.
“Your name is on whatever I allow it to be on.”
Sarah smiled then, a small, sharp thing. “That sentence will read beautifully in court.”
Ryan’s eyes snapped to her. “You think you’re clever?”
“No,” Sarah said. “I think I’m prepared.”
