She turned and looked at me.

I stood perfectly still on the tile.

“Rachel, I need you to say their names,” Denise said.

“I need you to tell him exactly who isn’t allowed in this building.”

I thought of my father breathing heavily into the phone, asking me to protect Vanessa.

I thought of the text sitting on my screen, sent while I was upstairs running warm water over a sticky yellow sleeve.

“Barbara,” I said.