“She cleaned up,” I said.

“Because they always expected me to absorb whatever Caleb did.”

The room was very quiet, except for the hum of the refrigerator in the corner.

“They asked you for an alibi for Tuesday night,” Harris said.

“My father did,” I said.

“He told me to say Caleb was with me.”

Harris clicked his pen again, the metallic sound sharp in the small space.

“We need you to cooperate with us formally, Mara,” he said.