Then he dropped his head into his hands.

The locksmith’s van was already parked sideways across the driveway when I pulled up, so I parked on the street with the engine running and the heat turned up on Toby’s side.

Patricia came down the porch steps holding a manila envelope flat against her cardigan.

“You’re here early,” she said.

“You had my locks changed.”

“The court granted a temporary order.

For the safety of the house.” She smoothed the front of her cardigan with two fingers.