As always, the foyer was a well of quiet stillness. Quinn stepped lightly anyway, moving slowly along the carpeting. Tyler was a shadow at her back, mirroring her movements, creeping into the apartment as if they didn’t have a right to be here.

Everything felt wrong. The air carried tension. She expected to step on a dead body.

Stop thinking of dead people, she told herself.

Her cell phone blared into the silence. Quinn almost broke an ankle from jumping so hard.

She fought for the correct button to stop the call, but then she realized the display was lit up with Jordan.

She pressed the button to answer. “Hey,” she said quickly, her voice a whispered rush. He was fourteen and jaded, but he wasn’t an addict or an alcoholic. If she could help anyone in her family, it was Jordan. “Where are you? You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

He didn’t sound fine.

“Have you heard from Mom?” Quinn said.

“Yeah.”

That was all he said. Quinn could hear him breathing, heavy and rough on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you?” she said.

“At Kurt Culpeper’s. Mom said—she said—” His voice broke. She heard snuffling.

“Jordan,” she said. “Jordan, what happened? Where’s Mom?”

“Hold on.” His breaths were jagged now, and she heard a door close. “She said I can’t come back there.” Another shaky breath. “She said she couldn’t—she couldn’t—”

And then he was crying.

Quinn sank onto the couch, distantly aware of Tyler sitting beside her, probably close enough to hear half of what Jordan was saying.

Her younger brother barely talked to her except to ask when she’d be done with the television so he could play with his PlayStation. It was unthinkable he would be crying to her on the phone, and Quinn didn’t know how to deal with this.

And where the hell was her mother?

“Are you okay?” she said. “Jordan, are you safe where you are?”

“Yeah.” He sniffled loudly and got it together. “Kurt’s mom said I could stay through the weekend. I told her Mom and Dad were going out of town. I was going to stay at Jeremy’s, but his mom always wants to call.”

“What happened with Mom?”

“I came home for clothes and she—she—” Crying again.

Tyler leaned into her and caught her eye. “Tell him we’ll come get him,” he said. “See if he can get you an address.”

“Do you want us to come get you?” said Quinn. “I’m with a friend.”

Jordan’s voice tightened right up. “Gross. I don’t want to hang out with you and your boyfriend.”

Fear and tension caught up with Quinn. “Damn it, Jordan, I’m trying to—”

“Stop screaming at me, Quinn! I’m sick of people screaming at me!”