“What’s wrong?” “Um, have you or Mom talked to Zanny today?” “Your mother saw her, picked the boys up. They’re spending the night here. Why?” “John’s here on my couch, passed out. I think they had a fight or something.” Ben’s voice was full of worry. Owen understood that concern, but something inside him wasn’t as surprised at is should have been. He hadn’t been able to shake the bad feeling he’d had all day. He met Sarah’s concerned gaze and held out his hand. She clasped it and slid under his arm, watching him closely as he talked. “Did he say what happened?” “No. He won’t talk. And I thought about calling Zanny, but if they did have a fight, that’s probably not the best thing to do right now. Should I drive over and check on her?” Owen sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “No.
