On the night I found Piper, I thought the terrible secret was inside a padlocked freezer.

What I learned afterward was that the real danger had been hidden in the silences of an ordinary household, in the stories adults told to excuse cruelty, and in the fear that taught a child not to ask for help.

I couldn’t give Piper back the days she had lost.

I could promise her something different about the days ahead.

She would be believed.