“Your father is perfectly safe in this building,” Sarah said, looking Emily right in the eye.

“Nobody’s arresting him.

Nobody’s taking his farm.

And nobody’s sending him to prison.”

Emily stared at the little plastic cup in her hands, her shoulders slowly sinking away from her ears as she let out a long, shaky breath.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive,” Sarah said.

“Now drink some of that water.”