Jordan shoved him back again. He was, he realized, the stronger of them now. For the first time in his life, he was the stronger of the two of them. "The stain on this family has always been you," he said as Dominic bounced against the wall. A glass bowl Elisha had give Hadyn for his birthday fell off a shelf and shattered on the floor. "There's nothing for you to stand. You're gone."

He clenched his fists in Dominic's shirt and dodged his head as his father threw a punch at his face. The glancing blow connected, and Jordan had felt it often enough that he knew it would bruise. It didn't give him pause, though, as he started dragging his screaming father towards the door. "You're going to leave now," he said. "And you're not going to come back."

If he did, he thought, he'd do what he'd always been afraid of before. He'd call the police.