He told me that an item had been found inside a private room without an accounted-for delivery, which was serious enough.

The house was secure in many ways.

It was also a house in which human beings worked, carried things, opened doors, and sometimes made mistakes.

The controls were being reviewed.

Relevant records were being preserved.

The absence of an explanation did not prove an invisible enemy had walked through walls.

I could understand that and still feel the fear.

“Was it near the crib?”