Say it now.”

“All right, Derek.”

“Good girl.” It landed on me like a hand I hadn’t asked for.

“And don’t talk to anybody at the county until I’m standing in that house.

Ma has a guy in that office who’s helping us sort it out.”

The line clicked off.

I walked up the driveway with the mail against my chest.

The front door stuck the way it had the day I came home, and I put my shoulder into it and shoved.