Chapter 8 - The Locks are Changed
By 1:00 AM, a commercial locksmith van pulled into the driveway of the Great Falls home, its yellow hazard lights flashing.
Claire sat in the kitchen feeding Emma a bottle of warm formula while the locksmith replaced every deadbolt on the exterior doors.
Mark stood on the front lawn, pounding his fists against the reinforced oak front door, his voice hoarse from shouting.
"Claire! Open this door right now!" Mark yelled through the keyhole. "You put my mother in a jail cell!"
"Her blood pressure is dangerously high! She could have a stroke in there because of your psycho paranoia!"
Claire walked slowly down the hallway, stopping on the inside of the heavy door, her voice calm and completely detached.
"Your mother is in the county jail because she hit my daughter, Mark," Claire said through the solid wood.
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"And you are on the lawn because you lied to the police to cover it up."
"Your clothes are in three garbage bags on the back porch. If you touch my property again tonight, the officers will return."
