It was a reasonable assumption, and it was wrong in a way I would not understand until three days later.

I told her they had been frightened but able to walk and speak.

I told her they had drunk water and eaten a little.

I did not tell the story as though it were charming, or repeat her daughters’ fear with dramatic emphasis.

She listened to each detail as though it answered a question she had been asking alone in the dark.

“Did he get into your house?”