I had been living with someone who experienced the suffering of the people in her power as entertainment, and who was organized and deliberate enough to archive it.

The forty-odd files were not evidence of a temper.

They were evidence of a design.

And I had funded it — the condo, the allowance, the comfortable life from which she conducted all of it — with a checkbook and a closed pair of eyes.

Chapter 23 — The Reports

The next morning I took Aurora to urgent care and Elodie to a pediatric psychologist.