Susan looked toward the door.
Then back at me.
“Let them come in. Maybe it’s time everyone heard the truth.”
There were three hard knocks on the door.
Loud.
Clear.
“Police.”
I stood up, but Susan didn’t let go of my hand.
“Jake.”
I turned toward her.
“Before you go, remember one thing. Whatever you hear tonight, you’ve stolen five years from yourself over something that was never your fault.”
I didn’t understand.
I walked into the hallway and opened the front door.
Tom and Lisa were standing behind two police officers.
Tom already had a victorious expression on his face.
“There he is,” he said. “I told you. He wouldn’t even let us inside.”
One of the officers calmly introduced himself.
“We received a report about the possible exploitation of an elderly woman. We need to speak with her privately.”
“Of course.”
I let them in.
