Jenna’s car pulled into the driveway at seven fifteen.

I watched from the front window as she got out with her phone pressed to her ear and her jaw tight.

She rang the bell four times before I opened the door.

“Hannah, what the hell is going on?

Derek’s not answering his phone, Mom’s not answering hers, and the bank called me about some kind of fraud alert on the joint account.”

I stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door mostly shut behind me.