Cadence knocked on Elliott’s door, and waited as patiently as he could before Brandon called out in a high pitched voice, “Who is it?” as if he was a house wife from the fifties. It would have normally made her laugh, but humor was not on the agenda today.

“Open the damn door, Brandon,” she replied, trying to bite back the anger seeping out of every pour.

“Gee, someone is in a lovely mood.” He pulled the door open. Cass was sitting on the couch, her algebra book ...