“Your mind is playing tricks on you again. We have the court order. A judge signed it today. You aren’t capable of making decisions. Just open the door, let us pack your things, and we’ll get you the help you need.”

“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.”

A pause. Rain lashed the roof.

Then Ryan laughed — harsh, desperate. “With what, Claire? There’s no cell service out here. The landline isn’t hooked up. And that satellite phone won’t hold an uplink in a storm like this.

I checked.”

I said nothing.