My full name meant something was deeply wrong.

I glanced at Lily in the rearview mirror. She was staring at my phone with unmistakable fear.

Sarah called. Then called again. Then Mark called — a man who hadn’t contacted me directly in nearly a year, now dialing over and over, minutes after I found the bandage.

“Aunt Claire?” Lily said quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you taking me back?”