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come home and relax with my family instead of walking into a battlefield and being expected to referee?”
    “She needed you to be her father, not her best friend,” Caren snapped.
    Greene slid his hand down her arm to intertwine his fingers with hers. He squeezed her hand. Offering support or reminding her they weren’t alone, Andre wondered. It hadn’t escaped his attention that Greene didn’t ask who may have gotten his daughter pregnant.
    Andre caught Morga n’s eye. She raised an eyebrow, glanced at Greene, and he knew she was thinking the same thing. He cleared his throat, wishing Jenna was the one doing the asking. She had a way of making the most intrusive questions sound reasonable.
    “We’ll need to know who BreeAnn a’s boyfriend was,” he said. “And if she had any contact with him after she came home from ReNew.”
    Green e’s head jerked up, his expression thunderous. If it wasn’t for Care n’s grip on his arm, he would have come out of the couch. “Do you think we would allow our daughter anywhere near—”
    Caren interrupted, her voice carrying over her husban d’s . “I have no idea who BreeAnna was seeing. She refused to tell me—it was one of the reasons why we were fighting so much, especially after I grounded her.”
    “How long after that fight did she leave for ReNew?” Jenna asked.
    The tension in the room eased, as if answering a simple numeric question would give them the key to BreeAnn a’s death.
    “Two nights later,” Caren said. “I tried to talk to her, about the sex—she was only fourteen for Go d’s sake—about whoever the boy was.”
    Or man, Andre added silently. Fourteen-year-old girls didn’t find a way to the mall and shoplift expensive lingerie to impress fourteen-year-old boys.
    “But she became more and more out of control. Explosive is the only word I can use to describe what she was like. Then, that last night, I caught her trying to sneak out, run away, and I thought, this is it. If I don’t do something here and now, I’m going to lose her forever.” She paused, eyes closed, face up to the ceiling. “So I made the call. I sent her away to that place.” She opened her eyes, stared directly at Jenna. “I will never, ever forgive myself.”
    After a moment of silence, Greene said, “Is there anything else you need to know about our private life?”
    Life. Singular. As if his daughter and wife lived for him, through him, three lives intertwined as one.
    There was a lot more they needed to know. Impatient with Jenn a’s dancing around the issue, Andre asked, “Why did you withdraw BreeAnna from ReNew early?”
    Care n’s shoulders slumped as violent sobs rocked her body. Once again, her husband glared up at Andre as if he was to blame for her pain instead of the weight of their grief. Jenna shook her head at him, scowling as if h e’d made a rookie mistake. He frowned back at her. He might not have her training, but he knew enough to see that the Greenes were holding out on them.
    Care n’s sobs grew in volume, crowding the small room as if her grief had a life of its own. It was clear they wouldn’t get more now. Might be best to question Greene alone, Andre decided. The more emotional Caren became, the more rigid and stoic the husband grew. They fed off each other.
    Where had BreeAnna fit into the famil y’s delicate ecosystem?
    “I think tha t’s enough for now,” Jenna said. “But we’ll need to talk to BreeAnn a’s friends, teachers—see if any of them had any inkling she was about to kill herself.”
    “Electronics,” Morgan reminded her. Andre looked over at Morgan—sh e’d been so still and quiet, h e’d forgotten she was there. He wondered what her take on the Greenes was. But Morga n’s poker face was even better than his own. He hoped Jenna knew what she was doing, bringing a kid like Morgan into the mix.
    “Oh yes,” Jenna said as if it was her idea, “any electronics she might have had access to and her passwords