"I found a picture in my mother's room, on her nightstand; an old picture of the Emory house. At the time it kind of freaked me out, and I meant to ask Mom about it. She was never in a good enough mood and I totally forgot about it until now."
"Oh, no." Mrs. Stephens closes her eyes for a second then focuses directly at me. "He must have put it there-somehow."
"What? How?" I ask, tilting my head.
"I don't know what the picture symbolizes, but Atticus is definitely capable of much more than I thought," she says, talking more to herself than to us.
"What do you mean?" I ask, swallowing back the knot forming in my throat.
"It means...." She stops then says, "Wait, your mom. Has she always had an addiction problem?"
Wondering why she's going there, I answer, "Well, no. I mean, she's a
