DEBORAH'S POV
The hospital discharged me three hours after I demanded it. The doctor had tried to convince me to stay another day, rattling off medical terms about observation periods and emotional stability, but I signed whatever papers they put in front of me. I needed to get to Father's house. I needed to be where he had been.
Victoria's husband drove us there in silence. Deborah sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at me through the rearview mirror with that look people get when they're around the recently bereaved. Like I might shatter if they breathed too hard.