“I need to tell you why they were there.”

I waited.

“Not just outside.

In the bin.”

I had imagined frightened children seeing a container, climbing inside, and hiding because it was the first place they could think of.

I had not imagined a plan.

“For the first few days, he let me upstairs if I did what he wanted,” she said.

“He took my phone, my wallet, my keys.