“Dad, please. Where are we supposed to go?”

Robert stood next to me and took my hand. His grip was tight, desperate.

“I don’t know, Madison,” he said quietly. “But you can’t stay here.”

The door clicked shut behind them. The new deadbolt engaged with a heavy, satisfying thud.

The house was ours again. But as I looked at the glass covering the kitchen floor and felt my husband’s hand trembling in mine, I knew the real work was just beginning.

We’d locked the monsters out. The damage they’d done was still inside.