“Why did Aunt Brenda throw my watercolors in the big trash can?”

“She made a mistake, sweetie,” I said, coming to his side and resting my hand lightly on his small left shoulder.

“You’re getting a brand-new set of paints as soon as we go home.”

“Are we going back to Grandpa’s house for Sunday dinner?” he asked.

“No, Toby,” I said.

“We’re never going back to that house again.”

Dr.

Aris tapped his tablet screen and slid it into the holder on the wall by the door.