“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
Richard opened the folder.
“This is a temporary protection order.”
Brandon laughed. “You’re kidding.”
“No.”
Richard continued.
“This revokes access to your mother’s accounts.”
Another document.
“This removes you from the vehicle insurance policy.”
Another.
“This outlines conditions under which you may return to the property.”
Then he placed a brochure on top.
“A residential treatment program.”
Brandon stared at it.
“You think I’m crazy?”
“No,” I said quietly. “I think you’ve become dangerous.”
Those words struck him harder than any slap could have.
He stood suddenly.
“I’m the problem?”
“Yes.”
“You have any idea what I’ve been through?”
Richard stood too.
“You don’t get to use pain as permission to hurt people.”
Brandon looked from him to me.
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