“You’re unstable, and you’re frightening the boy.”

“This is my home,” I said to him.

“I paid off the town liens, and the title’s in my name,” Zane said.

“Once you agree to check into the residential care facility in Columbus, we can discuss you seeing Jeremy.”

Over his shoulder, hanging on the hall wall next to the coat closet, was the framed portrait of the twins Janice and Jeremy taken on their fifth birthday.

Janice had her head tipped to the left and her little red knit scarf on, her hand resting on Jeremy’s shoulder.