“You won’t be in any trouble.

I promise you that.

Nothing that happens from here on is your fault, and nothing is going to happen to you.”

She led the way to the master bedroom, and I followed, carrying Leo against my chest.

She stopped beside the heavy oak dresser Wendy and I had bought together years ago, in what felt now like another life, and she pointed, silently, at the top right-hand drawer.

I opened it.