“She’s the first person you’ve stood up to defend all week,” I said.

He had nothing to say to that.

I told him that all further communication about Tommy would go through the attorneys, and that our son was beginning therapy, and I went back inside, and Joe drove away — and for the first time in the ten years I’d known him, he did it without a room full of people arranged to agree with him.

Chapter 13 — The House with Two Doors