Mia tilted her head, considering it with the gravity of a judge. “Because they’re not a safe grown-up?”

“Exactly. Because they’re not safe.”

She took that in, nodded once, and held out the rabbit.

“Well, Mr. Fluffles is safe,” she said. “He can come in the fort.”

Chapter 7 — A New Shape of Silence

Six months later, what was left of the family gathered at Claire’s house for Thanksgiving.

Patricia wasn’t invited.