I felt nothing at all.

And Marcus let out a loud, relieved exhale.

“See?” he said, and there was triumph under the false concern.

“This is insane.

She’s hysterical.

There’s nothing.” But my daughter had felt two thumps.

And I had learned, in the last twenty minutes, to trust her over him.

That sentence contains the whole pivot of the night, and it deserves to be sat with, because everything hinged on it.