“The neighbors don’t need to hear you interrogate your husband after he’s worked all day.”

“I’m coming in to get Sadie’s overnight bag,” I said, moving toward the threshold.

Colleen didn’t budge an inch.

She blocked the doorway with her shoulder.

“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” Colleen said.

“You dragged your father into this, calling the local police from three thousand miles away as if we were criminals.”

“He called the police because my nine-year-old daughter was locked out in the freezing cold,” I said.

“Walter Hensley has no business telling this family how to run its private affairs,” Colleen said.