“I flinched,” I said. “You were thirteen. You were shaking. I had just found out my sons might be alive and my husband had been alive for years and I heard that sentence go past and I made a decision in about half a second to not stop on it.

And then I never went back.”

Sophie nodded slowly.

“He did the math,” she said. “That’s the thing. It’s not that he panicked. It’s a plan. He sat in the garage and worked out that if all three of us went, you’d be hunted harder, and if one stayed, Michael would think he still had a hold on him.

And then he picked which one.”

“Sophie.”