“You were right about one thing, Sheldon,” I said softly, and my voice carried across the quiet room.

“A mother should always take care of her family.

And today, I made sure you were given exactly what you earned.” I turned my back on him and walked down the aisle toward the doors.

Chapter 23 — Through the Glass

By four o’clock that afternoon a sheriff’s deputy stood on my front porch, supervising while Sheldon and Blanche loaded their belongings into the trunk of their car.

Blanche’s brother had already been ordered off the property, leaving three weeks of trash behind in the guesthouse.