Pearl chose a room with a window facing the trees and no camera inside.

She asked for Captain, her mother’s card, and a night-light shaped like a moon.

On the second night she woke crying, without a sound.

I sat on the floor beside her bed so she could see my face without having to move toward me.

After some time she signed, BAD ROOM.

“Is the bad room in the main house?” I asked.

She nodded.