The question was too large for a four-year-old and too painful to answer carelessly.

“We’re going somewhere safe.”

“Where?”

“Claire’s.”

Lily nodded as though that settled it.

Maya packed her daughter’s clothes first: shirts, socks, pajamas, underwear, the little sweater Lily wanted when she was nervous.

She checked the bathroom cabinet for medicine and put the bottles into the insulated pouch she used for trips.

One needed to be kept cold.