Emily emerged from the room feeling completely exhausted. “He’s asleep.”

Sylvia was pouring herself a stiff drink, having only eaten a slice of pizza. “Teddy has something to do with this, I’m almost sure of it.” She sighed deeply. “I thought seeing his father would be good for him… Obviously, that didn’t work out.”

“Do you know where he lives?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, a farm somewhere in California. He has a website and ...