A uniformed officer later brought in a receipt recovered from Mark’s pocket and asked whether I recognized the store.

I did: a hardware shop near his office, nowhere near our usual shopping route.

The purchase date was Sunday.

I looked away rather than study the list of items.

I did not want to turn a near tragedy into a detailed inventory of ways someone might hurt a family.

“Am I allowed to take Lily to my sister?” I asked.

“Yes,” Navarro replied.