“He’s back.” I threw the deadbolt shut again and pulled Lucas away from the glass.

“Down.

Get down, right now, back where you were.”

Lucas dropped beside his chair.

I lowered myself onto the cold tile and arranged his twisted arm as close as I could to how it had lain before, and I reached up and slid the blue plate the last two inches to where Christopher had left it, and I laid my palm flat beside my face and shut my eyes.

Out in the driveway a car door slammed.