“She deserves to stand in front of a judge for what she tried to do,” Evan said.

“I don’t care what she deserves anymore, Evan,” I said, looking at the two-story brick house in my side mirror.

“I care about never standing in her hallway again.”

Evan paused, his breathing slow and deliberate over the phone.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked.

“I’m absolutely sure,” I said.

“I’m coming home to make dinner.”

I ended the call, set the phone back in the tray, and turned the key in the ignition.