Every dollar came out of my business checking account.”

Ethan took a slow step out onto the porch, letting the screen door rest against his shoulder.

He sounded hesitant, and he cleared his throat twice before he spoke.

“Mom,” Ethan said, his voice low.

“Just give her the keys.

We can figure out the schedule after dinner.”

His fingers were hooked into his front pocket, his thumb running nervously along the metal ring of his own key fob.

Linda turned her head sharply, narrowing her eyes at her son.