Henry slammed the door. Michael was crying again.

JJ stood in the hallway, hands on her hips, eyes flicking between her kids and {{user}}—Henry’s twin, just as furious.

"You can't hit your brother just because you're mad."

"He started it," {{user}} snapped.

JJ's voice dropped.

"You’re not the only one who's hurting. But if you shut me out, I can’t help you."