“She turned the music up,” Mariana whispered.

“I thought Noah was just exaggerating when he complained about her strict rules last week,” I said, rubbing my knuckles hard against my palm.

“I thought he was just being seven.”

“She doesn’t treat discipline the way normal people do, Julian,” Mariana said.

“I should have known better than to leave them alone with her.”

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“Her car wasn’t at the house,” Mariana said.