He looked at Solene and shook his head.

“See what I mean?” he whispered to her.

“She’s been like this for weeks.”

“Like what?” I asked, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

“Paranoid,” Rylan said, turning back to me with a pitying look.

“Hostile to my family.”

“First you drove Dani out, and now you’re screaming at my mother on the threshold.”

“I am not screaming,” I said, though my heart was hammering against my ribs.

Solene opened my grandmother’s china cabinet.

She began rearranging the hand-painted teacups to make room for her own heavy ceramic mugs.

“It’s the stress from the clinic,” Solene said, her back to me.

“She’s clearly unstable, Rylan.”

“The poor girl can’t even manage her own household chores anymore.”

“I managed this house perfectly fine before you both started invading it,” I said.

“This is my grandmother’s house.”

Rylan stepped closer, his boots heavy on the floorboards.

“It’s our home, Calla,” he said, emphasizing the word.

“We’ve put a lot of work into it.”

“We paid for the new water heater.”

“We paid to patch the roof after the spring storm.”