The girl was looking down at me with one hand pressed flat against the glass.

She still had the red ribbon in her hair, and she didn’t move when I met her eyes.

Then Rebecca’s hand appeared behind her and pulled her back from the window.

The curtain fell shut.

I walked back to the car.

Sarah had her phone out, her thumbs frozen over the screen.

“Well?” she asked.

I got in and shut the door.