Madison backed against the granite counter. “I… I just had one for emergencies! In case Dad got sick!”

“We have a keypad on the garage for medical emergencies,” I countered, the pieces of a sickening puzzle snapping together. “When were you using it, Madison?”

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Tell me!” I slammed my hand on the counter, making the paper plates jump.

It was Evan who broke. He looked genuinely confused, then slowly horrified. “Maddie… the contractor.”

Madison shot him a look of pure venom. “Shut up, Evan!”