Hannah reached for my hand.

“That morning, he wanted my bank passwords.

I wouldn’t give them to him.”

She paused, looking toward the girls.

Megan redirected them gently toward their drawings.

She did not demand they stop listening, and Hannah did not describe the frightening parts in detail within their hearing.

“He took me downstairs,” she said quietly.

“Before that, I managed to leave a way for them to get outside.