Bennett’s house right now.”

A faint, shaky voice answered over Mary’s phone, choked with the cold.

“Mrs.

Bennett?

Dad locked the deadbolt ’cause I looked at the blue paper.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Mary said, her boots crunching hard on the ice as she scooped Sadie up.

“I’ve got you now.

Let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”