The ordinary details made her words more frightening.

I didn’t know what Ryan had told her.

I didn’t know whether he’d been trying to prepare her for another assignment or whether something else was happening.

But I knew he was discussing my absence with her in a way I hadn’t agreed to.

At 9:05, I went to the bedroom and opened my sewing tin.

Beneath a tangle of white thread and spare buttons was an older brass key.

I held it beneath the lamp.