Marcus put the credit union slip down and looked at me across the desk.

“What do you want to do, Rachel?

We could offer a temporary standstill agreement to buy some time.”

“No,” I said.

“I’m finished keeping their secrets.

File every petition you’ve got.”

Marcus reached for his legal pad and clicked his fountain pen.

“If we file the full emergency petition for a protective order, your sister will have to submit to a court-ordered psychological evaluation.”