Lena didn’t open the screen door to take them.

She glanced back over her shoulder into the dark living room.

“You could’ve dropped them off at school,” Lena said quickly.

“You don’t need to just show up.”

“I want to hear about Warren County,” Michael said.

Lena went perfectly still.

Her hand fell away from her silver ring.

Heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood inside.