Chapter 12

Tony set it on the ground again before turning to Alicia, who had not gotten around to saying anything reasonable. He planted his hands on his waist. She had still not stepped properly into the house.

“You have been standing by that door since you returned… what the hell is wrong? Why are you not saying anything sensible, Sis?” Tony demanded. He was getting impatient, and it was evident in his tone of voice and eye roll.

“We are not going anywhere because—”

She stopped and looked about the room like she would cry. She set her tote bag down, the bag that usually housed her clothes when she was at work and in work clothes.

“Why exactly?” came Helen’s voice.

“Now I’m guessing we will be sleeping out in the streets!” Tony said and then walked to a sofa and plopped into it, taking up the hem of his sweatshirt in his hand to wipe his brows.

Alicia looked at him—was he sweating from sheer panic like he usually did?

“Well, I’m guessing Alicia handl