“What sort of things?”

“My niece’s Easter presents,” Emily whispered, looking past his shoulder at the door.

“I wrapped them yesterday morning and left them on the wooden folding counter.”

“We can buy your niece new presents, Emmy,” Richard said gently.

“You don’t need to be worrying about Easter toys right now.”

“You don’t understand, Dad,” Emily said, her voice fading before it came back with a quiet panic.

“There’s a gray stuffed rabbit inside the yellow box.”