Jaclyn had slammed the pantry door so hard the latch rattled and told him boys who touch things without asking don’t get to eat with the grown-ups.

I’d thought she was just short-tempered.

I’d told myself she was young and not used to raising a child.

“Mrs.

Quill?” Dr.

Reed said.

“I missed it,” I said, my voice short and flat.

“Abuse hides inside routine,” Dr.