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while.”
    “Lynn’s right,” Stebbs said. “And Monica’s an injured animal, ready to bite at any threat. Right now, that’s us.”
    Lynn’s hand went to her gun. “She can’t bite if I shut her mouth for her.”
    “I won’t allow that, Lynn,” Vera said. “Killing her would only solve half your problem anyway.”
    “What’s the other half?”
    Stebbs gave Lynn a shrewd glance. “You’re not going to like what I have to say next, but don’t hit me, okay, kiddo?”
    Lynn’s eyes narrowed, and Lucy noticed she made no promises.
    “Abigail came down the hill today,” Stebbs said carefully, keeping an eye on Lynn.
    “Oh crap,” Lucy said. “I forgot to tell you.”
    Lynn’s eyebrows drew together. “Forgot to tell me what?”
    Vera put a hand on Lynn’s taut shoulder. “It seems she believes you and Devon have, um . . .”
    “Christ,” Stebbs broke in. “She thinks you’re sparking him.”
    Lynn flushed a deep red. “She thinks I’m . . . with . . .” She trailed off, eyes wide. “Well, I’m not.”
    “Much of a relief as that is to hear,” Stebbs said, “I don’t think she’s going to believe you.”
    “Why not?”
    “Lynn,” Vera said softly. “Sometimes when people are—”
    “What she’s saying is that Abigail is cracked in the head,” Stebbs finished. “She’s convinced herself you’re sleeping with her man, and no amount of truth is going to sway her otherwise.”
    “Have Devon set her straight,” Lucy said, seeing Lynn was beyond words. “She thinks the world of him. If he says it as well as Lynn, she’s bound to believe it.”
    “Devon passed away this morning,” Vera said quietly.
    “And with him dead, there’s no one to do the denying but the one she’s accusing, and Abigail half out of her head with grief—”
    “And the other half of her head not being all that stable to begin with,” Lucy finished.
    “She’ll be gunning for you,” Stebbs warned Lynn.
    She shrugged. “I got a gun too.”
    “And I bet Lynn’s a better shot,” Lucy said.
    “Good shot or not, is that your plan?” Stebbs asked Lynn. “Climb up on the roof again and shoot anybody comes near? That the kind of life you want for Lucy? What you had? Skulking in the basement and sniping from the roof? Scared to talk to anybody for fear they’re gonna take something from you?”
    Lynn swallowed hard, and Lucy could see the struggle tearing her in two. Lynn’s own mother had protected the pond against any who would take a drink from it, animal or human. The pond, and their home, had been the only world Lynn knew until she was Lucy’s age. Only her mother’s death and an injury had forced her to reach out to Stebbs for help; otherwise Lynn would’ve been content to remain as she had been. Alive, but alone.
    “No,” Lynn said slowly. “I wouldn’t have that for you, Lucy. It’s no kind of life, and you’re not suited to it, anyway.”
    “I can do it,” Lucy said, even though the thought of living in isolation made her skin grow cold. “You tell me and it’s done. I don’t want you to give up everything on account of me.”
    “Little one,” Lynn said sadly, “that’s what a real mother does.”
    The numbing effect of the alcohol had spread to her brain; it was the only way to explain the cool, calm way Lucy packed only the most essential things in a backpack. Her hand hovered over Red Dog, a stuffed animal Lynn had given her as the first indication her heart was softening toward the little girl she’d taken into her home.
    “Probably shouldn’t,” a gruff voice came from her bedroom doorway, and Lucy turned to find Stebbs leaning there.
    She clutched Red Dog to her chest. “It was Lynn’s when she was a kid too. Leaving him behind feels wrong.”
    Stebbs shuffled into her room, gently taking Red Dog from her hands. He peered into the black button eyes, seeing something other than a stuffed animal there. He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you leave him with