That’s why a recording that says don’t leave any marks matters so much.”

I pressed my fist against my mouth.

Harper lay in the bed with her hair across the pillow, so small beneath the white blanket.

For weeks she had been woken, hurt, and sent back to me with no memory of any of it, and I had been told I was overreacting.

“Is she going to be all right?”

“Physically, I expect her to recover fully.

The sedative is clearing, and her vital signs are stable.