“Can you see Sadie?”

“Oh, Lord in heaven,” Mary whispered, her voice turning at once to quiet alarm.

“She’s sitting on the bottom wooden step in her dark blue jacket, Valerie.

She’s curled up in a tiny ball, shivering so hard I can see her shoulders shake from here.”

“Are Trevor and Colleen in the kitchen?”

“The kitchen blinds are wide open,” Mary said, her voice hardening with quiet anger.

“I can see Trevor sitting at the kitchen island having dinner with Colleen right through the glass.”