“It is late, Mother,” I said.

“The police were here again,” she said.

“They are asking terrible questions about Tuesday night, Mara.”

I could hear the frantic click of her gold wedding band twisting around her finger, even through the speaker.

“They were just here too,” I said.

“You didn’t tell them anything, did you?” she whispered.

“Caleb was at his own house all night.

He never left the yard.”