Don’t open the front door.” And then Fiona walked into the frame, and Teresa after her, and the three of them stood together, directly in front of a lens they had forgotten was still active, and began to talk.

What they said, believing themselves unrecorded and unobserved, was about to lay bare exactly why my daughter had been left alone, and exactly what they had been willing to trade for two hundred thousand dollars.

Chapter 12 — She’s Big Enough

The recording played on, and I made myself watch all of it, because I owed it to my daughter to know precisely what had been done to her.

“Did you bring the file from the bank?” Fiona asked on the recording.