The tidy, homey picture felt completely foreign to me now.

I looked at the kitchen counter.

Haley had left her geometry book open beside a bowl of cereal.

Cody had lined his plastic dinosaurs up along the windowsill.

They were going about their normal routines, with no idea of the foundation crumbling around them.

Martinez came in behind me and shut the door.

He looked around the room.

“She keeps the place clean,” Martinez said.