He kept staring at Zane, whose face had lost so much color that his jaw looked like wet sand.

“He let go of her,” Jeremy said once more.

His voice was clearer this time, thin and hard as a wire pulled taut.

Before Zane could take one step toward him, Jeremy spun around and ran into the front hall.

His sneakers pounded up the wooden stairs two at a time, and then his bedroom door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

The water from the broken glass spread around the toes of Zane’s leather work boots.