“It is.”

PART 22

On Christmas morning Piper woke me at six with a drawing instead of a gift.

It showed the three of us—Whitney, Piper, and me—standing beside a small house with lights in every window.

“It’s not our old house,” she explained quickly.

“It’s a new one that nobody owns except us in the picture.”

“What happens inside it?”

“People tell the truth.”