I checked the garden, the kitchen, the guest rooms, the upstairs hallway.

Nobody remembered seeing her leave.

And then I heard a faint movement behind the laundry-room door, near the lodge’s service corridor.

The handle would not turn when I rattled it.

“Hannah, are you inside that room?” I called, tapping the wood.

After a moment of silence, her frightened voice came from the other side.

“Dad, I’m here.

But she told me not to come out.” I found the key above the doorframe, unlocked the bolt, and opened the door.