Avery's POV

The police went into Hawthorne Recovery Center at 8:17 the next morning. I knew the exact time because I stared at the clock on my phone until the numbers stopped looking real. They would not let me go inside. That was probably a good thing.

My atto

Avery's POV

Dad slept for almost three hours after the police finished the first part of his statement. When he woke up, I was still there. My attorney had left to speak with the detectives. Maya had gone downstairs for food I probably would not eat.

For the

Avery's POV

The threat letter left my hands the next morning. I hated that more than I expected. For almost three weeks, I had carried it folded inside my coat pocket like proof that I wasn't imagining any of this.

My mother's death.

My father's danger.

Victor Ha