Instead of obeying her father and going back to her room, she pointed one finger past him at a closed brown door at the far end of the upstairs hall.

“What’s behind that door, Mr.

Miller?” María asked.

“It’s a utility closet,” Thomas said.

“Where I keep my tools for fixing up the house.”

“Then why is your daughter pointing at it?”

“She’s confused,” Thomas said.

“She’s been sleepwalking ever since the weather turned cold.”