Then she took Maya’s hands in both of hers and said, “That bastard. That absolute bastard.

That’s my son and I’ll say it.

You’re staying here.”

She made up the bed in Mark’s childhood room.

It still had a pennant on the wall.

“You’re going to sleep,” Evelyn said from the doorway, “and in the morning we’re going to a lawyer, and I’m going to sit in that office with you, and I don’t care what it does to this family.

Do you understand me?”