Ernesto’s jaw worked, and he turned his head to look across the yard at my father, who was laughing with some neighbors by the driveway, master of everything he surveyed.

And then my uncle said a sentence that changed the shape of the ground under my feet.

“Daniel,” he said quietly.

“That side door didn’t start opening last night.”

Chapter 5 — How Long Have You Known

His words followed me around for the rest of the afternoon like a sound I couldn’t locate.