Even Priscilla stopped describing Kayla as a sweet young thing led astray by workplace stress.

Somewhere in those three days, my mother-in-law understood at last that no one had led her son anywhere.

He had walked every step of the road to that hospital bed himself, with his eyes open.

Chapter 15 — The Manila Folder

A week later, when they discharged him, I drove to the hospital to pick him up — not to reconcile, but to make certain he understood the shape of what waited for him at home.

The whole drive back to our house in The Heights, Roland talked without stopping.