“Julian said they were missing two good videos,” Lily whispered.

“Good?” “Good for them,” Lily said, and she frowned, working out the distinction with a six-year-old’s painful clarity.

“Bad for me.” And Marcus felt the pieces fall into place, all at once, with a precision that was almost worse than confusion would have been.

The drops that made her act strangely.

The recordings of her acting strangely.

The stepmother telling her she would have to live somewhere else.

The man discussing the six-million-dollar house his daughter owned.