Her posture was hunched, her face turned down and away.

Ellard looked at it for a long, silent minute.

And then he saw it — the small thing, the thing no disguise could touch.

Her head was tilted very slightly to the right.

It was a habit his daughter had had since she was a little girl, a thing she did without knowing she did it, whenever she was frightened or overwhelmed.

“Zoom in on her hands,” he said.