Reed said.

I looked down at the writing on the chart.

“He said it’s happened four times in the last month while his father was at work,” Dr.

Reed said gently.

A sharp heat burned behind my eyes.

I had lived in that house.

I had sat at that same kitchen table every morning before I left on my trip across the Atlantic.

I remembered last Tuesday, when Benji reached for the yellow packet of sunflower seeds on the middle shelf of the pantry.