Julian’s jaw tightened.
“You’re destroying this family.”
“No,” I said. “I’m documenting who did.”
He opened the door.
Sheriff Daniel Mercer stood on the porch with two deputies. Behind them were an investigator from Adult Protective Services and a woman carrying a medical bag.
Mercer held up a folded document.
“Julian Vance?”
“Yes.”
“We have an emergency protective order concerning Margaret Vance. You and Chloe Vance are prohibited from contact with her pending investigation. You are required to leave the premises immediately.”
“This is insane,” Chloe shouted. “She’s confused!”
The APS investigator stepped forward.
“My name is Renee Dalton. We need to speak with Mrs. Vance privately.”
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.
