“Ethan promised me yesterday that things were going to be different,” Emily said, her voice shaking a little.

“He told me yesterday he was finally going to get professional help.”

Richard sat without moving in his chair, letting the federal surgeon handle the conversation.

“He had a printed brochure for a counseling center lying on his desk,” Emily said, looking up at Sarah as if for confirmation.

“He spent a whole hour talking about it over breakfast yesterday morning.”

“Did he bring up that counseling center at all when you talked today?” Sarah asked calmly.