“I need to know who’s living in that house with my son,” Michael said.

Lena took a step back.

She raised her voice until it rang down the tiled hall.

“Quit following us,” Lena shouted.

Michael went stock-still.

“You’re making a scene over nothing, and everybody here can see it,” Lena said.

A waitress carrying a tray of water glasses stopped dead in the aisle.

Three customers at the counter swiveled all the way around on their stools to stare at Michael.