Julian blocked the doorway.
“You cannot enter my house.”
“It’s not your house,” I said.
He turned on me.
“My name is on the deed.”
That surprised me.
Not because I believed him, but because he said it with confidence.
Mercer lowered the order.
“Step aside, sir.”
Julian did not move.
One deputy placed a hand near his belt.
Slowly, Julian backed away.
The officers entered.
Renee followed me upstairs. The nurse examined Mother while I explained what I had found. When Mother saw the uniforms, she began crying so hard that she could barely speak.
Renee sat beside her.
“You’re safe now, Mrs. Vance.”
Mother looked toward the hallway.
“Are they gone?”
“They’re downstairs.”
“They’ll come back.”
“Not tonight.”
The nurse’s expression grew increasingly grim as she examined the bruises.
“These marks are in different stages of healing,” she said. “Some are at least two weeks old. The wrist injuries are consistent with restraint.”
Mother covered her face.
