Charlotte remembers all of it.

Charlotte spent three years in therapy and I understand she is still in it periodically.

And the thing she has been working on all that time is not what her father did.

It is that she thinks she should have gone sooner.

She was seven years old, and she saw her father put a second syringe in a backpack, and she got her sister out of the house, and she walked two and a half miles in the rain past a fire station she had decided she could not trust, and carried the physical evidence in her shoe — and what she has carried since is that Delilah drank it at about half past one and they did not leave until half past three.

Two hours.