At noon, Jasper returned with his mother, Tabitha, expecting everything to go his way. He walked toward the house with the confidence of someone who believed he was still in control.
That confidence disappeared the moment he reached the front gate. Spread neatly across the front lawn were his suitcases, designer clothes, golf clubs, and every personal item he owned.
Standing nearby were two security officers and my attorney. Neither looked surprised to see him arrive.
For the first time in years, Jasper looked confused. The certainty he always carried suddenly vanished-
