Deputy Collins came to the house himself.

He photographed my face and my ribs.

He wrote down every word without once looking at me the way people look at old women, as if I might break or fog over.

When he finished, I handed him a copy of the security footage from the dining room.

Trevor and Kristen had never noticed that the cameras in that house, like the house itself, belonged to Cedarline Capital.

Howard had pulled the files that morning.