“Alice, sweetheart,” I said gently, “why don’t you go upstairs and organize your school things for tomorrow while your parents and I chat?”

Alice glanced between us, sensing the tension, but obediently headed upstairs.

Once we heard her bedroom door close, Rebecca rounded on me.

“Mom, what’s going on?

First new locks, now things missing.”

“I think you know exactly what’s going on,” I interrupted, my voice soft but steeled.