“He moved his clothes back into his old one-bedroom apartment on Elm Street,” Paige said.

“He’s working electrician overtime at forty-five an hour to pay off his truck loan on his own.”

I paused with a glass baking dish in my hands.

“Did he try to come by her apartment again?” I asked.

“Heather told him he can’t visit until he pays off his own debts,” Paige said.

“She took back her spare house key and told him to leave her family alone.”

I set the baking dish on the cabinet shelf and closed the wooden door.