For Hannah, it was enough to bring another wave of tears.

“I was listening downstairs,” she said.

“Every sound, I thought it was them.

Or him finding them.”

I remembered taking the dish towel out with me.

I remembered the weight in the bin, the sniffle, my first foolish suggestion about hide-and-seek.

“I almost thought someone had dumped something inside,” I told her.

“Then I heard them.”