“Lily did.” Nora’s face tightened with shame. “She sees everything. People think she doesn’t understand because she can’t hear them.”

Graham looked toward the hallway. “Where is Lily now?”

“Drawing in the kitchen.”

They found her at the breakfast table surrounded by crayons. Graham sat across from her and signed carefully. Did the pretty lady put something in your mother’s room? Lily nodded.

What? Shiny circle. A bracelet? Lily did not know the sign, so Graham shaped one around his wrist. She nodded again. Did you see where the pretty lady got the key? Lily pointed upward.

Her room? No. She drew a small square with her fingers, then made the sign for wall.