Emily quit twirling the rabbit’s ear and tucked the toy in against her ribs.

“Did you ever see your dad touch the wall before he came in your room?” Sarah asked.

Emily looked down at her red canvas sneakers, her narrow shoulders lifting with a quiet breath.

“He pushed his thumb on the frame,” Emily whispered.

“On the wood trim down by the floor?” Sarah asked.

Emily nodded twice, very slowly.

“It made a click.”

“What happened to the phone next to your bed after the click?” Sarah asked.