“She’s had a terrible shock, she doesn’t know what she’s saying —”

I took my daughter’s face in both my hands.

“Bryn.

Look at me.

Look at my eyes.

Tell me what you saw.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and put her mouth against my ear, and what she whispered, I will hear for the rest of my life.

“Mommy screamed your name, Daddy.

Uncle Warrick wouldn’t let her out.

And then Grandma locked the door from the outside, and Mommy cried all night, and nobody came.”