“Ethan,” Richard said, his low voice cutting right through the silence.

“Were you sitting inside this house while your wife was limping down Route 9 with my grandson?”

Ethan opened his mouth, cleared his throat, and looked down at the porch boards without answering.

Richard stared silently at Ethan on the porch steps.

Linda folded her arms tightly across her chest and broke the silence.

“Camila can take a walk around the block to cool off, but my grandson stays right here in this house.”

I adjusted my watch strap, pulling the black leather tighter against my wrist until the tiny metal pin snapped into the third hole.