I took a taxi home after my surgery, telling myself Matthew and Jessica were just busy. I thought they’d pick me up. I was wrong. When I pulled up to my own house, a black SUV sat in the driveway. Matthew opened the door and stood there like a stranger. “You can’t come in here,” he said, his voice flat. I froze. “What did you say?” I tried to step past him, but Jessica was behind him, eyes full of cold anger. She turned her head and called into the house, loud and proud, “Dad, Mom is here — the