“Where do you want to go?” Andrew was already heading to the closet for their jackets.
Jasper had his hand in his pocket. “Do you need some money?”
“No.” Jane didn’t have the strength to fight both of her brothers. “I need to find—” She was aware that Barlow was listening. “Air. I need some air.”
Barlow asked, “Not enough of it in the backyard?”
Jane turned away from him. She did not wait for Andrew. She grabbed her purse off the table. She walked out the front door, down the front steps. Jasper’s Porsche was parked beside the garage.
“I’ve got it.” Andrew had jogged to catch up with her. He reached down to open the door.
“Andy—” Jane grabbed his arm. Her knees felt weak. She could barely stand.
“It’s okay,” he said, trying to help her into the car. “Just play it cool.”
“No,” she said. “You don’t understand. They know.”