“I found one.”

The handle turned a quarter inch and stopped.

“She isn’t a child who hides things,” Elisa said.

“If she told you something tonight, she’s overtired.

Marcus had a call at five this morning, and the whole house feels it.”

I opened the door.

Her hand was already going to her hair, smoothing it from the crown down, once, twice.

“She wasn’t overtired at dinner.”