“They don’t know what happened yet,” I said.

“They believe him,” she said.

“He was yelling so loud.”

I laid my hand flat on the table between us.

“We don’t react to noise, Emily,” I said.

“We stick with what’s true.”

She looked at me for a long moment, then reached over and touched the edge of my sleeve.

“I don’t want to move again, Dad,” she said.