Stuart stared in. He thrust his middle finger in the air. April Leahy wrote in the tablet that balanced on her knee. “Did they find your puppy?” Agnes turned her head back to Dr. Leahy. “No. They tore Stuart’s room apart, but they didn’t find it. They searched Milo’s room, too. There’s no trace of it.” “I’m sorry. Does Jason know?” “I don’t think so. Please don’t tell him. He might go after Stuart. That’ll make everything worse.” April took a deep breath. “You could confront Stuart. You need to stand up for yourself.” Listen to the bitch. “What good would it do? I already hurt him once. It just made him meaner.” “Sometimes you have to act, or continue to act. Even if it doesn’t seem logical.” Agnes looked back at Stuart. He raised his finger again. “What do you suggest I do?” April glanced out the window. “Right now, raise your finger back at him.” “What good would that do?” “It would show him you can play his game. He’s trying to intimidate you.
