“Has he ever been like this before?”

Back when Brendan found out Joy had secretly taken his design drafts, he’d gotten worked up and rummaged through things, but he hadn’t smashed anything.

My voice was tight with worry.

“No. I asked Auntie Sutton. Brendan’s emotions have never swung this violently. I’ve been doing everything I can to calm him down, but there’s been no obvious improvement.”

I’d never dealt with something ...